I wrote this haiku one morning as the sun rose over the mountains. The world was still quiet, the kind of quiet that only exists in those early hours before the day truly begins. As the light crept in and the sun climbed higher, everything felt paused for a moment. There were no expectations yet, no demands pulling at my attention, just the warmth of the light and the sense that a new day was unfolding. This poem captures that moment of transition, standing at the thresh

I wrote this poem to honor Riley, my best bud and constant companion for the last twelve years. He wasn’t just a pet, he was family, a presence woven into every part of my daily life. We went on so many adventures together, from early morning walks to lazy afternoons, to moments where it felt like it was just us against the rest of the world. Losing him has been one of the hardest things I’ve faced. The silence in the house feels unfamiliar. I catch myself listening for

I often feel like an outsider, even when surrounded by people. Whether it’s in a crowded room, a busy city street, or even within my own career, there are times when I find myself searching for a place where I truly belong. It’s a strange kind of loneliness, to be among others, yet unseen. You hear laughter, conversation, the pulse of life all around you, but it feels like there’s a pane of glass between you and everyone else. You’re present, but not felt. This hai

During my recent trip to Japan, I found myself in a small tea shop tucked away on a quiet street in Kyoto. It was one of those unexpected...

I wrote this haiku after visiting my mother’s gravesite one afternoon. As I walked among the headstones, I was struck by how they seemed...

I wrote this haiku while out walking the dogs on a quiet evening. The air carried a soft breeze, and with it came the scent of orange...

I wrote this haiku in a moment of helplessness, when life felt like a sea in turmoil. Events and emotions swirled around me faster than I...

I’ve always loved cherry blossom trees, not only because they’re breathtakingly beautiful, but also because of what they represent. They...

This haiku hit home for me, and I think it may for many others too. We all carry something unseen: burdens, grief, or quiet sadness that...

This poem was born out of one of those weeks where everything seemed to catch fire at once. You know the kind, when one problem flares...

I wrote this haiku early one morning while walking my dogs. The clouds were shifting above me, slow, steady, and unbothered and I found...

On the darkest nights, when even the moon withholds its light, The Lantern  becomes more than a simple object, it becomes a symbol of...

Sometimes, life offers us a fleeting moment of beauty but only if we’re paying attention. I was out walking my dogs one evening, winding...

Grief doesn’t follow rules. It doesn’t arrive on time, and it certainly doesn’t leave when asked. It can be sudden and sharp, or slow and...

I grew up in the desert, where heat wasn’t something to escape—it was something you endured. It became a part of life, ever-present and...

The Lone Wolf  was the first poem I eve r wrote. At the time, I was feeling the quiet weight of loneliness—not just being alone, but...