Yeah, it's my first love page. We're talking Fisher King wounds here. You know, Catullus had his Lesbia, Poe had His Annabelle Lee, Clinton had his Monica. Or was it Hillary? Who cares, you get the idea. These poems form a body of work (dead body that is) inspired by my first great love, and also my most tragic. Some of the work that came out of this maelstrom was too dark to include here. Email me if you have the stomach for it. Otherwise, be glad I'm only including the following:
