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My debut YA Fantasy novel, Seekers: The Winds of Change is now available on Amazon for Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, and paperback. Check it out and see why critics and early reviewers are loving it!

 
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A VILLANELLE: THE WIND STOPS FOR NEITHER YOU NOR I

The wind stops for neither you nor I. 

The rain falls, uncaring who sits below.

The gusts will continue long after we die. 


Armies of clouds will circle by.

While flowers and trees continue to grow.

The wind stops for neither you nor I.


Our loved ones gather, grieve, and cry.

While carrion birds flock, feast and crow.

The gusts will continue long after we die.


The sun continues marching through the sky.

While our bones rest, under the ground, low.  

The wind stops for neither you nor I.


New life springs forth, young and spry.

Care-free, though, for them, nature has something to show.

The gusts will continue long after we die.


The weather doesn’t stop to say goodbye. 

And from watching it, the living will know.

The wind stops for neither you nor I. 

The gusts will continue long after we die.

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A SONNET: FOR SUSANA

My love, you have my heart wrapped in your grasp.

Your smiles, your laughs, they reach into my soul.

Your face, your voice, your touch, highlight my past.
With all those things, my life becomes a whole. 


Our lives became interwoven so fast.
I’m blessed to be who you share your heart with.

Baby, our relationship is a blast.

Real love, we’ve proved is not just a dumb myth.


Although sometimes, you make me feel insane.

And I do things that make you scream and cry.

When dark and terrible things come to reign.

Anger and confusion create a lie.


Though lies shall melt away and not be missed.

Trivial things have gone after we kissed.

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FREE VERSE POEM: THE BIRTH

Take a deep breath in.

Hear the beat of anxiety’s drum, pounding.

Ba-bum. Like clockwork,

The gears of emotion turn, unyielding.


Breathe out.

Feel the tingling of nerves.

Rippling, like water,

The rush of apprehension flows, unstoppable.


Breathe in.

My mind takes in the oxygen,

Revving, like an engine,

The horde of ideas march in, unbreakable.


Breathe out.

My body forces out the air.

Still as a corpse,

The muscles of my limbs relax, unobjectionable.


As the thoughts grow, the breaths ease.

The drums go silent.

The waters go flat.

The engine idles.

My muscles tense with excitement.


Now. Now, I know the word I shall write.

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SCARS OF AYAH

I've recently written a short story set in my novel's universe, but at a different time in a different kingdom. Here is a link to the short story on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1127611512-scars-of-ayah

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NIGHT OF THE LIVING GARY

I recently wrote a horror comedy short story about my coworker's uncle. You can find it on Wattpad and I have the link to it here: https://www.wattpad.com/1127640440-night-of-the-living-gary

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A MESSAGE ON FUTURE WORKS AND TO FELLOW CREATIVES:

There's no telling what the future has in store for me. The human mind can play host to legions of stories and ideas. I'll try my best to follow the currents of inspiration and see where the creative forces take me. With genuine sincerity, I wish all of you the best of luck with any endeavors you are currently exploring or thinking of taking on. May our different works act as light posts to brighten up this ever-darkening world.