While I do work as a writer full-time, I also experiment with the craft in my off hours. Below, you will find a piece of poetry I penned in November 2019. Love, hate it, up to you. 

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I look out my window and see fields,

a small, slice/representation of the earth,

Kids play,

animals run wild,

and weather changes it all,

What is my place in it I wonder,

Something small?

Big?

Or in between the two?

I’ll find out, but first,

I must get,

To [REDACTED],

[REDACTED] will help me grow,

Make me better,

and we will [REDACTED],

Scary, but I can’t wait.

Evan J. Pretzer