Do We Ever Really Learn?Sometimes an old piece of writing surfaces — a scrap from a different version of ourselves — and it asks quietly whether it still belongs to us.This one was written in 2016, during a time when rhyme felt like a kind of scaffolding, a way to hold emotion steady. Reading it… Continue reading Revision if a 2016 poem
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The changing face of a poem.
“A decade can quietly reshape the syntax of our lives. Recently, I looked back at a poem I wrote in 2016 and felt the urge to revisit it—not just to polish the words, but to see how ten years of living might soften the edges. Here is where I began.” 2016: The Blueprint Ode to… Continue reading The changing face of a poem.
The River Teaches
The Rivers TeachesSit comfortably or lay down and open the map with the rustle of intention, unfolding it in your hands like parchment, its edges soft and inviting. Follow the path to the River of Release, here tension dissipates with a deliberate act: listen to the sound of water gurgling over stones. Unclench your jaw,… Continue reading The River Teaches
The Mirror I Stepped Through
Some books begin with a question.This one began with a mirror.The Mirror I Stepped Through grew out of the moments when the self becomes unmistakably visible,the patterns we repeat without noticing, the masks we learned to wear long before we had language for them, the stories that once protected us but now keep us small.… Continue reading The Mirror I Stepped Through
Hope Series
Hope arrives quietly When I unclench my hands A small warmth In the space Where I finally Let something fall. It teaches me That lightness Is also a kind Of strength. This is part of a series of micro poems from my upcoming book Four Arcs of Belonging
Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.
Four Arcs of Belonging Hope Series of Micro Poetry In the hush Before morning, I hear it— A small hum Threading the silence.Hope speaks In the language of almost, Of maybe, Of not‑yet.I rise Because it whispers. ****I thought hope Was a lantern— Something I carried.But it grew Like a pulse Beneath my ribs, A… Continue reading Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.
Siora Spirit Guide
*Siora, shadow‑light of the first map, breath that stirs the compass awake you draw the roads I have yet to name. Where your warmth gathers, the journey begins.* Threshold poem for my new book of prose poetry and short form poetry. Four Arcs of Belonging.
Snippet about Four Arcs of Belonging
Here is the summary of my latest book. It is in final editing. Four Arcs of Belonging is a journey through the shifting chambers of memory, identity, and becoming. Moving between the intimate and the mythic, these poems trace the quiet tremors that shape a life — the beliefs we inherit, the stories we shed,… Continue reading Snippet about Four Arcs of Belonging
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 