Letter of a Regretter

Click the link to read a poem I never delivered.


I finally found the words to write this poem on February 12th, 2017.  Perhaps you’ll never see it, Katie, but I hope that someday you will.  Funny how some forever-agos feel like yesterday and some yesterdays feel like forever ago.



Click on the link to read a piece about music from one of my darker nights.

This was my first finished poem of 2017.  I wrote it on January 12th, while listening to an old mix CD an ex-girlfriend gave me and trying to find some escape, any escape from my dark longing in that moment.


My Second Sonnet

A poem about finding a support system and searching in all the wrong places.

I finished this poem on October 20th, 2016. It speaks for itself.

Alone and In Progress

She was the rising and the fading rays of sun;

she was the stars and the rustling breeze.

She was the beckoning call through the pain of it all,

but the chill not even she could appease.

She was the lush, covered mountain;

she was the home for which I hadn’t dreamed.

She was the beat of a heart on an untraveled path,

but even her, the eternal winter did freeze.

She with him was a story far removed from the last;

the crisp leaves and good mood I could count in.

The season I loved I would soon come to refer to as fall,

though with them, my poetry turned it to autumn.

Thus, although she was not the cure from my darkness,

she and he were my saviors, my lasting catharsis.