Wanderings of a Lonely Mind

Poetry is like a constantly changing landscape, or sometimes like an old friend that changes gradually over the years. In either case there seems to be the one constant - change. Often change is the muse of my poetry. It seems to inspire the excitement of what’s to come, warn of what may be lost, and cause a reexamination of things we believe to be real. Sunny days turn to storms, downpours into trickles, for everything that changes brings with it a new muse.

Inside is the biggest place I know. I am an introverted person who finds much comfort from simple things. Taking such simple ideas, and dressing them up in my mind; parading them through a symphony of words. Then breaking them down to their basics returning them to the natural habitat of thought from where they came. Nothing seems particularly extraordinary from this processes, yet out from the works comes a unique perspective.