Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

I decided to compile my personal favourites out of my thousand-ish loose poems into three distinct collections, primarily to clean up the clutter and make them more accessible. This is the first of said three collections.
The poems in this collection deal with the melancholy that runs like a fine undercurrent beneath all other emotions – with the acceptance of change and the passing of time, as well as appreciation for the ephemeral nature of the world and life itself.

A lot of thoughts and deliberations went into this arrangement. I originally disliked the thought compiling the poems “out of context”. But as I came to realize, that isn’t at all the case here – rather, they strengthen and complete each other, and create their own context.
That, even though they were written up to seven years apart, and from different viewpoints.

Those who know me well may see me in places – and the vast majority will see a direct and honest description of life and the world. As it should be.