The Darkness of His Dreams Book Now Available!

I am very happy to officially announce that my first poetry collection, The Darkness of His Dreams, is now available for purchase on Amazon.com in Paperback and Kindle editions. You can also check out my official Amazon Author Page!
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Updated 7/31/19:

The Darkness of His Dreams, my first poetry collection, is now available at Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

Are You Free?

I’m not free,
She said,
I can’t fly free
Among the clouds.
Gravity is oppressing me
And holding me back.

I’m not free,
He said,
From the chain
Of causality
That stretches
From the Big Bang,
Throwing matter into motion,
To the motion of the air
From her lips
To my ear
Telling me its over.

The inevitability
Of cause and effect
Chain me down
Like a tiger in a cage.

I’m not free,
He said,
Because one day
I must die and
There’s not enough time
To do all the things;
Not enough money
To buy all the things.
I’m trapped,
Wings clipped,
By mortality.

But you are free,
Said Epictetus,
You cannot
Glide among the gulls
And cannot avoid
Inevitable endings,
But you are free
To choose
To accept the things
You have no control over
As they are.

You are free,
Said Siddhartha,
If you choose
Not to be a slave
To your desires.
Everything essential
Dwells within.
Let go of fear.
Let go of loss.

Do not expect more
Than the universe
Is willing
To give you

6/5-6/6/19

Are You Free? was originally published on Free Verse Revolution.

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I Just Want…

For Justine

All I want
Is to be alone
–No one talking,
No one asking—
Alone in the quiet
Of nature’s cradle,

The music of a
Quiet creek’s cascade,
A consoling crow’s caw,
And a croaking tree frog chorus.

I want to hear
My hand-tied fly
Kiss the water,
Teasing unsuspecting trout.

I want to sip
Campfire coffee,
Capture the clouds
Over an orange sunset,
Breathe the scents
Of the forest floor
And just be me.

6/29/19

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