I have finally been able to get back into writing. It came flooding back, the way the words release pent up feelings. I love poetry, its flexible, there are no right answers. No person on the other end who tries to fix everything just a blank page that will listen closely to you as you breath your life into it.

So here it is. Rediscovering my creative side and giving my scientific brain a chance to rest.


Click link to see a pdf of the poem

The Caretaker

He had pilfered it years before.

Set it on fire then boxed it’s charred remains,

My reflection fading each night.

Returning shadowed with the light

False endearment

Rewarded deception


Hydraulic tears that sting

Pain, jealousy, anger, self loathing,

This was love.



Then I met you.

The accidental prince in my unhappily ever after

An illusive creature stealing through the light

With a captivating presence

Beautifully kind and quietly confident.

I expectantly survey the site

Nauseated by this pitiless carousel

Your words draw life to my lungs

Your rhythmic breath

Your idioms, your smile. Your laugh

Forcing rusty keys into cobwebbed locks

Exposing rooms of dusty memories

Irreversibly immersed

Unboxing bubble wrapped packages of strength, love, aspirations, self-respect

Pure notions of love, of life

Gradually assembling my forgotten jigsaw

Humbly reigniting my dying embers


I willingly entrust you with the keys,

Until my strength returns upon its completion

My unsuspecting Samaritan.

My caretaker.


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