Category: Earlier Poems

Beneath the pitter patter of streetlight rain I stand independent from care and […]
From his serpentine face to the bone- chilling way, in which he hisses […]
I can see you, watching me from a corner I said nothing, but […]
I climbed up rock-ribbed steps panting thump bump thump went my footsteps, here […]
You can have the roses, a hot mess of magenta and bronze. Keep […]
Every time I close my eyes the world comes to a dead end. […]