I decided today would be the day to share another side of myself with you. The poetic side. My poetry muse has been with me since I was sixteen years old. At certain periods the muse would inspire me to furiously pen two or three poems every day for months. At other times, months would pass before I’d acknowledge my muse and scrawl something cryptic on a cocktail napkin that might later become an epic poem. My works are always autobiographical, capturing the essence of a moment, an emotion, or perspective of a person, place or thing.
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