Dreams, observations, small moments

One Poem. Every Day.

Are we alone in the universe

Are we alone in the universe

Why I WRITE

I write because the thoughts won't leave until I do. One poem a day is how I keep noticing and the small moments, I've learned, are the large ones.

I don't write to be understood. I write to understand: what a small moment was actually made of, why an ordinary Tuesday landed heavier than it should have. The poem is how I find out.

Black and white photograph of jagged mountain peaks surrounded by clouds.