"Many modern novels, poems, and pictures
which we are brow-beaten into 'appreciating' are not good work because they are not work at
all. They are mere puddles of spilled sensibility or reflection."
-C. S. Lewis
I'm not saying that my writings could be classified as "good works" but I am hopeful that with time they will at least rise out of the "mere puddles."
The poems are listed in chronological order from newest to oldest. My oldest poems are terrible.
An asterisk (*) indicates which ones are my best, according to my friends.