Tales of a Tattler

    In the end, it is not truth that changes, but the way it finally allows itself to be seen.    The Poison and its Antidote - Part III  follows the quiet convergence, where what was once revealed and withheld begins to take a final shape.

   Some objects seem to arrive in our lives already carrying a history we cannot fully know. Their value lies not in rarity, but in the invisible passage of hands, seasons, distances, and small survivals etched into them.    A Tiny Teal Trinket is a poem about a forgotten object quietly existing through time. 

   The Poison and its Antidote - Part II  follows a space where perception and emotion quietly overlap, and where truth rarely announces itself directly. Instead, it lingers in suggestion, shaped as much by what is withheld as by what is revealed.  

  There is something unsettling about beauty viewed from a distance, how it can feel both comforting and unreachable at once. Written as a practice piece for a creative writing class on ekphrastic poetry, this poem grew out of my reflections on The Starry Night , and the strange stillness that exists beneath all its motion.