Nonetheless, m recent short poems focus on brief moments of my son Brendan’s development—occasional pieces attempting to make a mundane event more than ordinary. He has stepped into the role of a muse, unknowingly. Every achievement he gains seems to necessitate celebration. Even his fits of anger and temper outbursts provide material for consideration, brief contemplation. These vignettes of reality, in turn, shift to a larger, universal message—finding identity, exploring environment, claiming ambitions, concise moments which anyone can relate.
•27/ ruins of a temple •