Poetry
— Warm, golden yellow Against a vivid blue sky Topped with clouds of pink The day is over, Yet a whispering on my mind Gets me to calm down
— I turn and hear them Soft, quiet, chirping voices Speaking by music
— A speaker watches seagulls and imagines waves from a window in Southwold, with fragmented repetitions creating a dreamlike meditation on coastal morning.
— A child flees to a secret hiding place after her father rejects her attempt at comfort, wrestling with guilt and confusion about his sadness.
— A rock on the beach narrates what it has witnessed over ages — seagulls, tides, weddings, sunsets — and invites readers to make memories it will keep safe.
— A child traces the day from morning cheer through sunset to a dark night where drops fall outside and nothing returns.
— I gleamed across the ocean, As I stood up on the lighthouse. Before I realized anything, A light shined on me. The sound of waves Scared me I had to...
— mirror, mirror wanting to be anyone it sees wanting to be the copycat of you or me
— Pink buds as bright As the sun, Sprouting like a Bird hatches, Tough as warriors
— A granddaughter observes how her grandmother's blue cotton dress absorbs daily scents and reflects the Korean proverb that clothes reveal character.