I write what refuses silence
· 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