Windows Through Time

The child in the glass peers at me. His blue eyes swiveling about at the counter’s edge, eight perfect fingers gripping white. With triumphant glee he smiles neat rows of tiny pearls, laughing. I laugh too.   The boy in the glass glares back at me. Narrowed brown eyes, thin bare shoulders sporting flexed arms…

Mirror

Sometimes I wish I could see myself, to exceed mirror perception and, instead, experience me. Am I all I think? Do I frighten, inspire, or annoy? What color are my eyes and what story do they tell? Does my voice warm like a hearth or slice precisely, a careful audio surgery? Or is it harsh?…

Growth or Destruction?

Curious... What's your opinion on "negative" emotions? Are they destructive or constructive? I believe there is something good about expressing unhappiness. Now, I don't mean for the adoption of pessimism, depression, or aloof anger. Instead, a willingness to see beyond "what a wonderful world" and truly appreciate the reality of life. It's hardly so rosy…