Poetry

progress moves like ocean waves— not in straight lines but in the rhythm of tides pulling forward then back present moments blur into...

One of my favorite memories, an amusement park with my family. This was made possible by my intent and hard work. Passion drives...

Hanging in the night sky, a silent witness to our stories, a glowing orb of myths and dreams, marking time and tides, shaping our...

carefully threaded of blues, pinks, and whites, reflecting the colors of my soul this is my solace. with winds to guide me, an ocean to...

The light glimmers across the sky, trickling thoughts of faith along my spine, it comes quickly, leaves quicker, a marvel that lasts...

Life is riddled with parallels. It is the greatest poet Carefully writing each line Deliberate, decisive, allusive Climbing Jungfraujoch...

I speak in silence, my heart full of fire a teenaged guy, my dreams inspire. Words do not escape my lips or my tongue, but I write...