I write what refuses silence
· Reflection
Joy is not happiness. I want to make that distinction clearly before I say anything else. Happiness is circumstantial. Joy is something deeper and stranger — it can coexist with pain.
Paired Poem
Embrace the Joy Within
· Reflection
Someone wronged me a few years ago in a way I won't detail. The aftermath was what interested me, poetically: the weeks when I was walking around with a hot coal of resentment.
Paired Poem
Grace Over Vengeance
· Reflection
I have a scar on my left hand from a fishing hook, age nine. I have a different kind of scar from a conversation in my thirties that reshaped everything. I used to treat both the same way.
Paired Poem
We Are the Scars We Carry