I fell in love with writing in grade school and haven't been able to stop since. I started as a freelance copywriter and have self-published three books; a novel (In Last Night's Clothes) and two poetry collections (Les Saisons, Bellator ego sum). In the Summer of 2021, my second novel, Wildflowers, was traditionally published.
My goal is to use art to explore the elements that make each individual unique; while exposing the commonalities we tend to ignore.
no need to recount history,
know precisely who I am and where I’ve erred.
skimming through Dostoevsky, lying still out in the sun,
blazing to Young Dolph, fresh-cut grass grazing my naked elbows.
degenerate, dissident, long-lost descendant of Ramses II, though far removed from the glittering cities of ancient Egypt.
no need to replay your memories, know exactly where I’ve been and where I stand,
no past indiscretion shames me, no threat of harm from any man phases me,
no corporate shackles can tame me.
my voice is strong and clear like the sound of waves crashing into the shore,
I am a child of the summer, raised in the wilderness.
False promises wrapped in carefully crafted hashtags and campaign slogans (quelle surprise),
Bombs falling from the skies
like ashes off the end of a lit cigarette,
All the while we’re still busy
waltzing to the music in our heads.