The Journey to writing my first book was an interesting one. As I discovered poetry, poetry discovered me, and learned that I wasn’t really ever a outwardly happy person. I had absorbed and embodied everything dark and brooding, and it showed in my poetry. It go to the point that people started telling me they wanted me to write happy poems. Wanted me to change or shift or move, and so naturally, I dug my heels down into who I thought I was, and demanded that people accept me for what I chose to be. Naming my book was the peak of this phase. Being comfortable in my current form, while cracking the door open for something new. But only when I was ready to change, and not a moment to soon. Currently, you can get a copy of my book from me, if you text or dm me. It’ll end up somewhere on this website, eventually. Once I figure out how to do that. Again. Hopefully it’ll be easier the second time around. But for now, some pictures from the cover and a couple poems from the book. Enjoy.