On sad afternoons is a careful selection of musings, taken from my poetry blog, which I began writing with this pen name, sad afternoons, in 2017. Over the course of the four years, I have relied on my poems as a coping mechanism and writing has become for me, in many ways, an act of transcendence, over all that cannot be managed or completely understood or resolved and, therefore, needs to be expressed to gain some semblance of linguistic control over it. This has not always been possible, and many a poem, like my wild horse, has involved grappling with and reining in the many divisions, paradoxes and delusions found at every corner. Many a time an attempt to reduce or end the complexity of a search or chase has ended with an acceptance of it.
And so, each poem swings like a pendulum, in search of a balance that can, at best, be assumed, not guaranteed. And so while it may not offer stability, I hope, over the course of the five sections of the book, you will find honesty. And there may be a moment, a decision, a resignation, an emotion or an interpretation that rings true and communicates, on some level, the despairing interpretations of a hungry mind.
While the poet in me does not ardently seek to resolve the complexities of these interpretations, the teacher in me is always in search of ways in which I can engage and inspire my students into an appreciation of this creative artform. For them, and teachers like me, wanting to know a bit more of what inspired each poem in the collection, follow me on Instagram 
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