I am writing so much happy poetry!
If you’ve been around for a while, you’d know a lot of my poetry is dark. It deals with chronic pain and childhood trauma. It is gritty. It has been described as “winter” poetry.
Well, I think I am writing spring poetry, even summer poetry! Hot and heavy poetry. Desperate but like a tree waiting for rain, parched and wide open, ready for the moment the sky falls open.
I am so deeply in love and thankful for that. I cannot wait to share the next chapter with you, full of hot and heavy poetry.
Your arms are mountains
I ache to climb;
Your eyes are oceans
Full of life
It’s a paradise — one
a fool wouldn’t fall for,
But I’ll stay here