My writings began in the early playground days of my imaginative realms, the graphite covered hands that couldn’t write fast enough to capture the quests taken, and papers that held what felt like scripture; documenting what it meant to live in my head, to observe, to want to understand.

Writing ‘books’ and creating compilations about days lived, I fell in love with every part of it.

As time went on the topics became heavier, more sentiment was attached metaphorical heartbreak, or woven run away tales of demons and fear. But it also meant opening and owning doors of depth.

Days of imagination switched to realism.

The three poems I am publishing are from the perspectives of a love trinity. Positions most people have found themselves in before. How deeply rooted those wounds ache and throb.

Rosalie, Vegas, and Morning Bird.

Rosalie, from the perspective of a male, speaking on the layers of inner turmoil of causing irreversible damage. Knowing the love of their life deserves more than their foolishness.

Vegas, the other woman, she loves him. She fights to tell herself she just cares about him, and she is okay with being friends. Love pours out faster than the tears.

Morning Bird, (Rosalie) she knows she will never love the same way again, but she loves herself more. Her path of integrity, honor, healing, and retribution are what those who hurt her failed to do, and as much as she was connected, she knows she connects to destiny, or chaos, inscribing;

What is right is what is more important. She heals through her words.