Ode to the Waxing Moon

O crescent silver on the darkling sea,
You rise in proofs our mortal hands contrive;
Yet teach us that our sight is never free
Till we embrace the patterns we derive.
In every phase we see ourselves reflect,
The atom’s shift, the electron’s shy retreat;
And in that mirror we may still detect
The law that bids all opposites to meet.

The Porcelain Mother

 https://www.darkharbormagazine.com/the-porcelain-mother/

A short story of mine was recently published in Dark Harbor Magazine.

I hope you enjoy :) 

Choices

The greater the choice, the more invisible the chains.

On Hope

Hope is not the belief that things will improve, but the refusal to believe that despair has the final word.

Despair and Freedom

Despair is freedom's twin: both appear when all illusions are gone.

Living Well

To live well is to make peace with the fact that you will never understand your end.

Threshold Altitudes

I wrote a small piece for Airplane Reading called "Threshold Altitudes."

Enjoy :)

https://airplanereading.org/story/5451/threshold-altitudes