My third full-length collection of poems, The Truth Is., will be published on America’s 250th anniversary, July 4th 2026!
You can pre-order a copy of the book on Amazon: https://a.co/d/0hGaux8h
Here is a sample poem from the collection.
Condolences
“Condolences,” the letter read,
yet meant more that could not be said,
for there are no words that suffice,
just as a good life has no price
for valuing the treasured dead.
Death exists without being bred;
Death reaps all others in its stead,
unable to self-sacrifice.
Condolences.
Though sometimes welcome, Death is dread
met in cradle or hospice bed,
in dry desert or sea of ice,
by hair perfumed or head of lice.
Its nippers snip each mortal thread.
Condolences.
