Lightning's already struck and the storm's already gone.

I miss these poems the most; all of them are facets of the same inspiration. I never felt more like an artist than I did writing these poems.

In a way, these bits and baubles represent to me everything I love about the loudness and fruitfulness of summer. I look back upon this period of my life very fondly, when the focus was creation.

These are all bits and pieces of my journey as I searched for the very last soldier of lightning, who left me full yet hallow, dense yet light, impressionable yet disillusioned.



- Desert Dreams -

- Presence -

- The Painter Lass -

- Abstractions -

- These Hands -

- Missing -

- Meet Me at the Seashore -

- Soldier of Lightning -

- Hear Me -

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