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I drive when I can’t sleep. I didn’t do that before. If I could I’d cry out with the coyotes that camp the hills behind my parent’s...
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- Mar 6
- 6 min
3/6/23: My Poetry was Taught in a High School Class
And what student responses to my poetry taught me Dear Reader, No, the title is not hyperbole. Just last week, a good friend of mine who...
- Mar 3
- 1 min
We are the Daughters and Sons
of closed doors. Locked windows. We hid under covers. Afraid of shadows that walked our hallways. Reflections that hid in bathroom...
- Feb 21
- 9 min
2/20/23: Black Writers, Black Poets
And a celebration of Black writing “I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on...
- Feb 8
- 1 min
I originally wanted to tear
This part up and leave it for the ghosts for the gravestones and the mourners for the dust-ridden shelves and their friends for and...
- Feb 8
- 1 min
The first time we fall in love
It pours out of us a mess we hold and catch what our hearts can’t hide we stitch it to our clothes and inevitably get dirty Then we...
- Feb 7
- 6 min
2/6/23: Feedback
Why it terrifies so many of us, and what we can do about it. Dear Reader, If you're anything like me, then you still have vivid memories...
- Jan 31
- 5 min
1/30/23: I Didn't Want to Write This
What do you write about when you don't want to write? Dear Reader, Would you believe me if I told you that I didn't want to write this...
- Jan 23
- 6 min
1/23/23: Writing, Heartbreak, and the Tortured Artist
Examining the relationship between heartbreak, trauma, and the messiness of poetry. Hello, my dear, dear reader, It's been quite some...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
Can we put the knives away
and go to bed? I’ve burned my tongue on too many words I didn’t mean. I forget who I am when I’m angry— I hate seeing this place a mess—...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
This Window
For Mrs. Rochester --A masterpiece-- Shatters against the rain. Each drop a life (A moment in time?) I have gotten used to counting...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
Hades and Persephone have a fight
He’d start by telling her she was beautiful. She’d laugh in Old Fashioned and His throat would burn at the bitter taste of it. “You’re...
- Jan 22
- 1 min
Quiet Quarters
Quaint keepsakes commandeer quiet quarters, Quaking quasars and queer quilts, Quirky quotes and quivering quills, Candid quests and...
- Oct 17, 2021
- 1 min
Haikus – Chronos
Glimpses of the sum- mer taste of fresh apricots on the windowsill. Your red tongue is stained You bite and bite and bite yet falling...
- Sep 19, 2021
- 1 min
Grief is Love without a home
At first, she hid in the pockets Of your favorite corduroy sweater. The one worn only on special occasions. But soon she got too big for...
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