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My Brand New Poetry Book

Good morning everyone! I wanted to apologize for not writing a whole lot, this month has been very hectic due to work, studying for my Master’s, and working on the release of this new poetry book.

Today my brand new poetry book, Hearts of Glass, has been released by my amazing publisher, Middle Island Press. I have been working with the publishing press for the past couple of years, and they are truly amazing. They have given me the opportunity to release my poems out to all of you, and it had always been a dream of mine. I truly cannot thank then enough for letting me see my dream become a reality.

Hearts of Glass is poetry book that dives into the reality of the affairs of the heat. Showcasing just how fragile our hearts are, showcasing when we fall in love, out of love, and endure the most hurtful heartbreaks. And everyone can relate to many of the poems.

You can get your copy of my new poetry book on Amazon, and soon it will be available in select stores around the world.

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Linger (Poem)

The morning came,
as it began to rain,
as the house descended into the fog,
as I hid in pain,
denying you the chance to see me this way.

The thought of you and I
keeps running through my mind,
lingering like a ghost in the attic,
torturing me to cave in to the thoughts of you at night.

As it continued to rain,
the cold air seeped through the cracks,
taking the memories that danced away,
leaving me to cope with the lingering pain.