my latest poetry collection has gone live for the paperback a few days prior to the August 22nd release of the ebook.

the cover is by my brilliantly talented daughter, Maia Danae. she has done the last three now, and we already know next year’s cover. there is something so fulfilling about seeing her shine so brightly. you can say whatever you want about the words within, but it is draped in art.

at this point, i know who i am as a poet for the most part. six years of constant writing has honed my quill to a sharp point. for all the titles i have used with (un), the words remain unflinchingly bare. raw. it’s all i know. the chronicles of a bipolar bard lost in a world he isn’t sure is real.

a simple fool trying to make his ugliness into something beautiful. badly shattered, but defiantly (un)broken. this is me.

thank you never feels like enough for supporting me and this dead art which i love so.