Broken

September 13, 2017.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Broken, I am broken.
Helplessly observing fragments of myself fall to the ground.

Broken, I am broken.
The remaining edges pierce my heart’s domain. Read More

Mirror, Mirror…

September 6, 2017.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Mirror, Mirror…
The facet of my reflection is a blur.
A shadow emerges,
An imbalance of a lurking past—the darkness of my anguish. Read More

Introducing Young Children to Poetry

September 1, 2017.Reading time 2 minutes.

“Owl, what is poetry?” “Oh, poetry! Poetry is bright stars in the branches, moonlight on the grass, and silent wings to take me wherever I go. Goodnight, dear Daniel,” she whispers, and flies off into the night.