A quote chosen or made semi-annually by me.

I’m proud to be me.

What do you do when you’re bored?

Hidden, hidden in the night.

Loneliness.

None may insult me, save it were myself. And if I so choose to disregard mine own feelings, then it is with promptness that I will act upon that whim to its completeness.

What is silence? Is it the absence of sound? Or is it something more?

This isn’t really my last poem; I just considered that to be an appropriate title.

A ghost story. This is the prologue.

Marriage…or not.