Aurora Award Nominated Author
I am convinced that when I was sculpted out of the clay that is my body, mirrors were sprinkled liberally within the darkness of myself, until the bits of silver came to the surface of who I was. Often, I find myself wondering if… Continue Reading “The Number of Mirrors – A Poem”
I’m struck by my past when I look upon a photo of myself. In the photo, I’m forever stuck in the pose of balance during a time where I was still trying to learn who I was and dream of what I wanted to… Continue Reading “Past Self – A Poem”