Poetry book “Remnants” to be published, but not in December 2025

So…have you ever started a project, and then you lose steam just when you think you’re sailing smoothly along? Yeaah, so that happened. I am still working on this project, but it will not be published at the end of this year.

Unfortunately, work and health and life have gotten in the way, but to be honest, though, I do feel somewhat excited to have a project to focus on in the winter months…if we all happen to survive by then, of course.

To reiterate…
This is a collection of new material from the last few years exploring the ‘what’s been left behind’ from my college years, who I am now, and the joys and struggles of being an adult. There are themes of feminism, mental health, self-doubt… and some silly poems about the weather, of course.

Look for it soon…publish date, TBD. I might also post less poetry content as I get my ideas together, but that’s a maybe. I feel like there is still a lot to say.

Not final cover. TBD!


In case you missed it, my other poetry book, Walking in Cemeteries, can be found on Amazon here.

as an adult

when i was little
i had someone tell me
“don’t be so eager to grow up”

i’ve had others judge me
like growing up was a competition
that i would fail at

and while i feel old and young
than i ever did before
it doesn’t change
the sadness that overwhelms me

growing up is over with
being an adult
happens now
and i
don’t
want
it

Mondays

mondays suck
like sour wine
like getting sick
after feeling fine

mondays drag
like fishing net
like unsaid thoughts
you cannot forget

mondays stay
like a bad cold
like stagnant work
and it’s growing mold

mondays crush
like heavy stone
like feeling down
completely alone

monday’s here
like sunday died
like freedom left
and you’ve said goodbye


I suppose this poem isn’t the best Monday morning inspiration to start your work week, but we’ve all been there. ❤️

Sometimes, all we can do is try our best and survive the day. I hope we all have a great work week. Soo busy here!

Best,

AJM