A novel I have partially written. It is in the 30th chapter, but this is just the prologue.

Recent years have been difficult.

There is not even a hint of remorse about you.

This work is about the denial of self in the face of so many others whom maintain a more plausible deniability. It is about choosing to scream in a room filled with chatter, small-talk.

I am falling in love with you.

A free verse poem.

The answers are not always that easy.

Nation’s pride…

Guilt is a troubled emotion.

Acrostic poem about memories and how I feel about them.