I never felt I could claim to be a poet. My first love is novels. And hard as I tried, I never felt like I “got” much of modern poetry. But I am slowly learning to appreciate poetry bits and pieces at a time, for its beauty and simplicity and lyrical nature. So poetry is a hobby for me. A secondary part of my first creative love, fiction.

This is what I write, and you have been warned 🙂

Featured & Recent poems


Your Heart —

I looked
On your nightstand
Beneath your pillow,
The dresser drawer

Amnesia Spring —

Dear Spring,
Are you sure
You’re feeling quite all right?
The doctor told me
You had a fight with Winter

…Do you remember?
Warm days, fresh air?
Nobody can make the birds
Sing quite like you do…

Books, Please —

Surround me with tea and lavender
With sunshine and golden leaves
Don’t give me art or history
Just give me books, please.



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