Today I celebrate not only the Winter Solstice, but the first publication of my poetry.
In the Winter 2009 release of Mused (BellaOnline Literary Review), I have two poems that unintentionally have a focus on two different incidents of the holding of hands:
Hope & 7th: A poem about helping a little boy climb up stairs at 7th/Metro Station in Los Angeles.
Close Proximity: A poem about the moment when someone holds your hand unexpectedly.
Both are warm and fuzzy poems that hopefully are befitting of the holiday season even though they don’t directly speak to the holiday season.

Have you ever looked at something that you’ve seen many times before and suddenly had a double take of revelation? But it’s more than just seeing something new, it’s about seeing something that was always there and feeling so silly that you didn’t see it before?
