Gathering the pieces of you

Broken mirrors you feared Supposed seven years of bad luck Born with shards for a life path No escaping the mirrored fate Despite the shards, you lived Despite the shards, you gave Broken mirrors, fractured self Saw a monster watching in the dark didn’t run but didn’t stare […]

Missing my sense of snow

Missing my sense of snow My move out to San Francisco means I have to make peace with rolling morning fog, ten degree differences in weather from one section of San Francisco to the next and likely no snow this coming year.  Note, I say “likely” considering that […]