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 of a 2016 poem
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
