Poetry is for you


Poems are made for outsiders,

foreigners in their own skin

looking for a home

strangers from the outside

looking in.

Poems are for the heartbroken,

drunk on love

full of longing

the disappointed, those still

waiting for their time.

Poems are for dreamers,

digging for jewels within

travelers to their inner worlds,

chasers of the light

writing their way to clarity.


Poem to Eros is published!

One of five poems I submitted got published on the erotic poetry anthology of NY Literary Mag. It feels great and inspiring seeing my words and name in print.

I hope this is only the beginning of more writing jewels to share with the world. Cheers, and thank you, Muse!

Poem to Eros in NY Lit Mag FLAMES Poetry Contest

Get the digital poetry magazine issue on Amazon Kindle. Or read it for free on Issuu or Scribd.

Some day


Some days I wish I could write the way I used to before

back when I wrote those poems of you,

back when I was full with longing and driven by need.

But I know I will write again someday

and not just about you

maybe it won’t be about you

I’ll write about red nail polish

and biting into apples ripe with truth and knowledge

I’ll write about the sea–

one part calm, one part stormy

and oh, how I thrive in both,

how I am both,

that I would continue to be both.

Maybe I could write about you someday with no regrets

And finally lay these bones of longing to rest.

A love note to myself


We’re a pathetic lot most of the time, running around like headless chickens and lost puppies, sniffing for love in all the wrong places when it’s been here with us all along.

Love is inside your world-weary and caffeine-battered soul.

Love is that tiny surviving spark at the corner of your cold heart.

Love is that niggling voice at the back of your head that tells you not to lose hope.

Love is that child in you who wants to ride the Ferris wheel all over again, get lost in a foreign land, and find her way back home.