As children we are never prepared for such unassuming days, the way they will decimate things. Waves roaring, one upon another, slowly abrad...
Often, my poetry, like my thoughts, descends into clutter, much as a pond overstuffed with Kai - brilliant flashes of vibrant ora...
I would like to capture whatever it was that I found so disarming, so reaffirming, yes even magical, in this moment (though it is true my gi...
"A girl remembers" All I remember, she tells me, my little sister, on the threshold of womanhood, is the sound of her voice. We w...
