So there I was, full of duck joy and cosmic perspective, both tiny and infinite, watching my son watch the sky, crying quietly over a poem we found in the final leg of our drive...
It’s Been Two Weeks…
...since my debut anthology of story-telling poetry, "Strong Heart: A Story of Coming Home," has officially gone on sale and I am just beyond grateful and ecstatic for all the support, feedback, and kindness that's echoed back. Every time a book goes out into the world, it carries pieces of the writer with it—hopes, questions,... Continue Reading →
Sunflower’s Story 4
It's a beautiful thing, seeing four generations of the same sunflower that towered over you four years ago. Four years ago, before the pandemic changed our world, back when I had all of my organs, back when I used to travel several times a year and thought I had the path of my future all... Continue Reading →
Tea
Little wheezing kettleon high. Steam shot,Bubble spots, sizzledHot and crackling pops.We just sat andwatched it burn.
Just Another Day
Another mass shooting happened (as I'm editing this before posting, two more happened that have made headlines). The coincidence that like the last time, I kissed my boy on the head as he left for school. That again I think about those Achilles heels spots in his school between buildings where they're most vulnerable. It... Continue Reading →