There is a voice speaking at all times. Do you listen, or turn away to walk astray. Inlay new ears and eyes. SURPRISE!!!! Growth. Growth comes when you hears you. I am who is speaking or seeking better days.

The hero has come, and he wears the mask of me. I’ll let it be. The past has gone, and today is new. I knew the time was right. The time to call myself out for self harm. Prevention of self inflicted abuse is key. Let be. Let be the safety.

Letter to my love, myself, my other. For too long I lived without holding a space for self love. In this episode I share my poem My First Love Letter where I explore the beauty of time well spent eating cheesesteaks and taking random pictures. A week gone by culminates with writing from the chest.

Sometimes the knot of self does not need to be untied. It may just need to be as one travels over the bumps of life; jostled free naturally. Let it be. Let it be until the feeling passes.

The objects of metaphor live in a tool box in my chest. I call on them to express the many moments and ideas that do or do not define me. The rope, the blade, the glass of water, and so much more house themselves just beyond my consciousness. Let’s go find some of them in the body’s subconscious.

I left my pain alone on the bathroom floor for too long. Time to go get it, grab it, and hold it to my chest. It is okay baby boy. You are safe. Love letters to myself always help me see clearly.

How does one look in the mirror and own what is seen without condemnation? How does one look at the past present and future without the veil reshaping the shapes of existing. Let’s talk it out.

Seeing myself through my mother’s eyes is an adoption of my mothers love and care for me. I see myself as a man, but I also see the “baby boy” inside who wants to cry. Self love is a continued process. Welcome to today’s process.

Join me on my first step out into the world with my Poetry Playlist. This is an exploration of my work. It is a time of safety and healing. In this podcast I will read 5 poems connected to and rooted in my struggles with my identity, my goals, and my emotional state. Please, have a nice life. You deserve it.