Do you remember the tsunami? Where were you that day?
Did you run from the wave? Did you run from your television?
Every morning brings a new reason to move ahead, to stuff memories further into the back of the drawer.
So why did I compose The Splintered Face: Tsunami Poems?
I wrote the book because I had run out of options. The wave brought my island home to me on the television screen. I had to meet my Maker, the one who assigned me some talent in making metaphors.
It was time to exercise the fingers of my heart, to write poems.