- Some of my poetry -

I am thinking about making a book of poetry soon, but until I do that this will have to be a sample.  


Rain flutters down,

outside my opened window

Hidden in the dark of night

I can hear it stir the leaves

and smash against the road

My hand is scratching words, wounds,

trying to decide what I might write

I live in a city of ghosts

I can see their faceless faces everywhere

following me down streets I've seen before