A poem I wrote on the way back from a friends funeral.

This is a sad poem written by me where a boy is expressing his love.

Second chapter of the first book in my novel series. I’ve decided that it will be called the [Unnamed] Trilogy.

I wrote this poem as though years from now when people are looking down upon my dead body.

I wrote this for a poetry contest a while back, the form is called Kyrielle. If you have some time on your hands it is a fun type to try.

For a poet, a teacher, a mentor, and a friend.

I wrote this for a poetry contest about a blackhaired girl named Raven.

I lost a good friend a year ago this week and I still miss him. I hope that wherever he is he is smiling…

In my heritage we firmly believe that the Raven is the keeper of the soul.

Some words to be said about my death…