Into the Bones

I refer to this first book of three as middle me. This was during the battle that was being waged inside not only due to all the physical chaos in my life but also due to the turmoil and passion in my heart and soul. I have never been a predictably formulaic “roses are red” poet as my glasses have never been tinted that color despite the love I have for every day. I decided to begin in the middle as earlier writing has an air of curiosity and innocence while recent writing is also a reflection in its own right. This book is about the time when I was drowning because I forgot that I had learned to swim.