It nearly bore the same name but was instead born Reflections after something of an epiphany: the realisation that every poem is a Reflection.
Poems are in essence Reflections of life in all its fullness: reflections of the evolution of love and possibly it’s violent or withering end, reflections of the purity of strong emotions or the simplicity of a moment, reflections of beauty and of pain, reflections of the world as it is or as it should be.
But it is deeper than this.
Like any physical Reflection, a poem can at times be immediately seen for what it is, a poor attempt at capturing reality; while at others it can be seem more real than life itself. Like any Reflection, though, a poem can be disturbed by something as small as a pebble thrown into the calm pond.
These poems then are at their most basic, my reflections of life and my experiences.
I write poems to be read; and I want to share my Reflections with you, in the hope that you will share your Reflections with me and together we can grow and enjoy la vita bella, the beautiful life.