While I draw inspiration from my life experiences, these poems are not meant to be read as a narration of facts, nor are they meant to be read as being about any one specific person, living or dead. Sometimes there is a dedication to a group or an individual who has inspired me to write a given poem. Many times I combine elements of fiction and fantasy with reality. I find meaning in creating beauty from the chaos of life, of adding order to what can sometimes feel random or arbitrary.
coves are protected
but I found this cove
and you carried me there
and I carried you there
luxury is me cooking pancakes for you
we fell asleep in a warm tent with syrup lingering in the air
under a small maple tree with the tangerine sun setting
and the tide going out
like drinking spring water.
I’ve discovered that the small amount of cool mountain air between our faces
shrinks as I lean in to kiss your forehead
and this lack of distance
is life itself