This is a place for the work that comes from early morning and close attention.
Most mornings I sit down with an image, sometimes one I've chosen, sometimes one that arrives by chance, and I write toward it. Some days that writing becomes a poem. Some days it opens into an essay. Small Hours is where those pieces live.
I'm drawn to brevity. The way a haiku can hold an entire emotional world in three lines. The way a flash essay can think through something real in under a thousand words. That compression is what I'm after, in both forms.
This is also a place where I'm figuring things out. The poetry practice has roots. The essays are newer, and I'm just beginning to understand what it means to think on the page rather than arrive with conclusions already in hand. You're welcome to watch that happen.
If you're here because you know me, thank you for showing up. If you found your way here some other way, I'm glad you did.