Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson

      On the top shelf in our kitchen, overlooking our Living Room Gallery where poets meet, an art show is hung, and music is played, is my museum of broken things. Almost no one notices. Big clear plastic nut jars that hold broken fragments. Stopped timepieces, cameras stuck with their lenses out, small souvenir cups and dishes, a puppet from Prague. I am attached to everything. Only what matters goes into them.

      broken museum
      I know how
      to save my world

      ~ Kath Abela

      Ο Ο Ο

      A white flower with a yellow center surrounded by pepples

      The flower will produce new blooms (Photo – Debbie Strange)

      Elisa Theriana

      Child of the night

      I sip your fears, mother… lightning strikes when we least expect it.

      I carry your sighs, mother… flowers wilt and his smile too.

      The place he calls home never belongs to us.

      into daylight
      raw and marred
      the apple falls

      Ο Ο Ο

      Withering dandelion leaves in the wind

      The seed will find a new home (Photo – Debbie Strange)

      Christine L. Villa

      the cobwebs…
      how to cut
      the painful threads
      of memories?

      tattered leaves…
      my body shrivels
      and breaks
      with just the thought
      of losing you

      missing petal…
      I find a part of me
      in an old photo
      of mother cradling me
      in her arms

      dandelion wishes
      tumble in the breeze…
      the child in me
      who never thought
      that dreams could shatter

      what does it take
      for you to believe in me?
      another feather
      breaks from the wings
      of a dove

      Ο Ο Ο

      A yellow and orange leaf with holes

      The tree will grow new leaves (Photo – Debbie Strange)

      Kathy Nguyen

      my inner song—
      so must
      this patchwork of leaves
      touch and fall

      a break
      in traffic fumes—
      I replace
      memories of you
      with birdsong

      Ο Ο Ο

      A spider web over dark blue background

      The spider will craft a new web (Photo – Debbie Strange)

      Robert Horrobin

      a thousand morning suns

      caught for a while
      in the spiders’ web

      one careless step
      rips apart the threads that bind
      this dewdrop world


      white feathers and nest

      The bird will build a new nest (Photo – Debbie Strange)

      Broken: Quotes and Credits

      Elisa Theriana is an emerging writer from Bandung, Indonesia. She would like to lend her voice for the oppressed women: “We’ve been broken and healed. We wear our scars with pride. Scar is the badge of a survivor and We, Women are the best survivors.”

      Christine L. Villa says: “I’ve been broken many times in many ways – physically, emotionally, mentally, and/or spiritually. It has always seemed that I would never be whole again. Faith has been my absolute anchor and the dependability of a pen has been my formidable strength. Whenever I have reached for a pen to write, the path to recovery has always been easier. Writing has been my outlet and therapy. Every word that has been released from my pen has been a healing balm and every poetry that has been created from brokenness has helped me piece myself together again.” Christine “Chrissi” L. Villa is an award-winning tanka and haiku poet published in respected online and print journals. Her collection of Japanese short-form poetry is entitled The Bluebird’s Cry. She’s the founding editor of Frameless Sky—the very first haiku and tanka journal available on DVD. She’s also the founding editor of Velvet Dusk Publishing.

      Kathy Nguyen is an athletic trainer (sports medicine healthcare professional) and a yogi-athlete. She dabbles in art, writing, and adventures. The theme of brokenness and repair is a cyclic part of nature and life. There’s always a glimmer of hope and transformation, which is why, as a creative, she’s drawn to this theme and writes on this often.

      Robert Horrobin was a minor local government functionary. Now he spends most of his time wandering around Orkney. To find him, follow Scotland’s great north road till it reaches its end. Then take a boat over the old seaways to an island that’s halfway way to the middle of nowhere. Robert says: “I have recently been re-reading David Lanoue’s Issa translations, including his dewdrop world poem. Then yesterday morning I took an early walk, there was a fabulous Orkney sunrise, the ground was covered in dew and everything was connected together by gossamer threads. Then I found your prompt and I wrote the poem in response to Debbie’s spiders’ web photo.”


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        • Kathabela Wilson

          Kathabela Wilson is a local poet/writer/artist and musician. Her Poets Salon has become an international respected must read in the poetry world. She's the creator and host of the Pasadena-based group, “Poets on Site.”

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      1. Autumn Noelle Hall says:

        i reshape the shards

        of my lotus mug
        into a lotus

        a stepping stone
        to recovery
        if not enlightenment


        Love your museum of broken things, Kath Abela–the haiku is PERFECT. Debbie’s photos are magnificent, as always (the leaf is my favorite)–loved the titles especially. I can completely relate to the thoughts Christine expressed about writing-as-means-to-wellness in her bio. This has been one of my favorite themes so far!! Thank you to all for the work behind your work…


      2. M. Kei says:

        Poets Salon: Broken rviv.ly/0pYLRX #bandung #cherita

      3. Alex Nodopaka says:

        Hi Kathabela…My best to you!

        Inspiring essay!

        I’ve been photographing
        broken artifacts
        for numerous years
        making out of them

        “Broken Masterpieces”

        and if they are made of clay
        like the Aztec reproductions
        they become priceless
        Instant Antiques.

      4. diannemoritz says:

        Lovely…I like your idea of jars for broken things, little mementos from life that are still savored for what they once meant.

      5. Al Gallia says:

        Wonderful poems addressing such a sad theme. And the photos by Debbie Strange are so appropriate too.

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