There is so much more that people see from an outside perspective. You get the bigger picture when you’re not involved.

This poem looks at the betrothal of a young woman from the perspective of a true, detached outsider.

A random thought that turned into a random poem. I am a prose writer at heart, only dabbling in this form occasionally, and this poem definitely shows it.

A free-form poem that came as a result of writing prompt, a haunting image of a shadow standing over a grieving man in a house full of corpses. Here is the result, the voice of the shadow taunting the figure kneeling before it.

A collection of poetry dedication to the Seven Sins. Each one takes on a different style, each style chosen to reflect the sins it is representing, and personifies them and their associated traits.