About the author

he began

his career

in disgrace



to light


by uncertainty

given to embellishment

and romanticizing

the struggle


he never knew

when to leave

well enough



he died

in here


and yet

he continues

to look for

the light

a poem about fire

i started a fire. i thought it would be good. i never meant to burn anyone. i did not know i could. i knew that i was guilty. i saw the evidence. i started another fire out of expedience. it did not absolve me. it only made things worse. i made another fire but the damage was not reversed. i set fire to that fire and all the fire that i lit. and when they became an inferno, i walked into it