This is an unabridged collection of my poetry, starting in January 2002. The newer stuff is at the front because it’s better. I think some of it is really good; some of it is less so, but it’s still me, and it served a purpose at the time; for that, I honor it. It really is the map of my journey, my road trip through life.
that it is the oldest bricks that last that hold you up for better and worse the perfect perpendicular and those chipped, tripping you unexpected ly and those worn from pacing the same path too many times the heat of anger of shame of passion of passing close to the sun time and again hardening what was muddy what was a mess into our edifice of soul.
It is easy to forget that we are divine
and our foundation is light no matter the ramadas we build to shelter ourselves from it no matter the armadas we marshal to protect it from the world and ourselves no matter the doors closed on it with a jarring slam meant to force forgetfulness; the fact remains that beneath darkness imposed, we shine, and it is in the darkest night that stars are brightest.