Within the shards of the broken mirror we all share when we examine everything that’s happened within our lives, what is reflected back? Does our image teach us anything? Does it open our eyes? Or does it shun us for our failures? Within is a gathering of images reflected back from my own mirror. What life has taught me about love, life, religion, parenting, teenage angst and young adult lust. It’s not your typical poetry. Some call it a combination of poetry and prose and label it “proetry.” It’s not nice. There are no rainbows or unicorns found here. The words within bite. Sometimes they draw blood, sometimes they draw tears, rarely do they bring smiles. So step back, take a gaze, and tell me what you see.