It came from my head and my heart.

A while back I was asked this question. It’s a kind of scary subject to some. Do you dare answer? Would you post your answer on the internet for anyone to read. I did.

What is black? For me, it’s depression.

This took me the longest to finish. I keep thinking that there is more that I want to say, but the words escape me.

Written last winter. Winter is the most depressing season for me. I get cold and can not warm up.

Why I write poetry.

A poem that I wrote about a person I would rather forget.

Written November 12, 2008.

A letter that I will not send.

Written after what should have been a huge family affair.