“Around and around I go. Where I’ll stop, nobody knows...”
Another chapbook/collection of poems. This one features works from a period before now—not quite the beginning, but close. Older works, some of which eerily mirror events of today. My life is very cyclic, where I find myself reliving the same cycle of events every 5-10 years, but with a twist. That said, some themes may seem familiar to my other works, while some may be totally new.