Nostalgia

Nostalgia is the biggest bone in my body. Pictures can send me to strange places, but I’m addicted to looking at them. I recently took time to clean up my computer and found photos from my college years; years that seem not so far away. This was the most magical time of my life. I…

Documented Words

It’s hard to write poetry when you’re not emotionally compromised. I wonder if poetry is some secretion that leaks from one’s mind when it’s broken. Or maybe, like tears, the words come streaming out as a way to heal what burns. I suppose the production of poetry is a good reference point for one’s state…

New Stuff

Click here┬áto visit my new site A Teacher’s Tales. This is a blog about my life as a new teacher. I would love to hear your stories and read comments. As always, thank you for the support!