I am trying to get back into the habit of writing and posting more often. I used to be very good about that until I let things slip. I am going to post a few poems in the meantime. My poetry is deeply personal. Some of it will never end up on the web. In fact, most of it won't. Not everything I write is happy. Read at your own risk. I go to the depths. I am usually never satisfied with my poetry. It is always a work in progress, but I've decided to go ahead and share some.

I wrote this after my mom's death in 2016:

For a decade you slowly slipped away
Until, in the end, you were
A shell of your former self

Your green eyes were the only thing
That reminded that you were still
In there somewhere

Like two little lights
Beacons in the night
A reminder that some things are constant
And life will go on