We are all born broken, as fragmented pieces of what came before us.   A pointed shard of glass born from a sailor’s bottle, tossed from the ship’s deck. Shattered, splintered, and...

I was out stargazing with all those friends of mine, when you passed by. the atmosphere hushed, reverent and awed; the sky was new.   I saw your red streaking through the...

there are three of us in the kitchen that afternoon. we boil the water and mix the cheese and hang silence in the air to dry.   the fourth is the cause. she hovers by the...

“Forever is composed of nows- ‘Tis not a different time- Except for Infiniteness- And Latitude of home.” This is the first stanza of my favorite poem which is written by Emily Dickinson. When sitting...