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November 20, 2020November 13, 2020

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wound

February 24, 2020November 17, 2019

Find the words or don’t. Cry it away or don’t.

Perhaps that’s why my first love was words.

February 24, 2020September 23, 2019

Whatever convicts you won’t leave you.

Dear Forever

February 24, 2020August 16, 2019

Keep going ahead. Don’t get entangled in what is not eternity.

And in no case is consuming said to be the seat of the problem.

August 19, 2019December 15, 2018

Tell yourself no.

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How to stay fearless

August 17, 2019December 12, 2018

Just be genuine.

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A different display of utterance

February 24, 2020September 16, 2018

Pushback produces poetry. I have the joy of not quite saying it.

With the Whole Heart

August 16, 2019August 3, 2018

Go after it with God.

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Periphrastic Jungle

August 16, 2019July 24, 2018

I began to imagine

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Perhaps it was curiosity about Jesus.

February 24, 2020June 20, 2018

Jesus is all the difference between having something, and having to do it.

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I guess I don’t know what I am. I can’t really write about myself, what am I going to say? I am a poet. I am from Sacramento. This is what I have to give.

I guess, like some, I have struggled with definition so I have struggled with language so I have struggled with accepting the world. So I owe words attention.

Poetry and writing give me peace right now. Sometimes I feel my life has been so full of disappointments and the only thing I think about that brings me joy is poetry. I didn’t know it would take me this far. I don’t know how far it will take me. Poetry is the love of my life. My first love was words. Is words. Only words. So here I am.

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