Bedtime Stories Tucked between ample pillows, seas of blankets, and dog eared pages, I sit campfire style between my children. There, I teach them how to spin wonder into their words, cast spells with their voices, turn pages into people... Continue Reading →
Why Are You Angry with the Moon? It’s a simple satellite. It can’t help its pull on the tides. The moon’s round dumb face smiles at us, a not-quite-there cousin, perhaps, or a conversant lingering too long after the chat... Continue Reading →
What's in Your Cell Phone's Notes App? The titles of songs you've memorized to sing in the shower. If I Were a Carpenter. Walk Away, Renee. Haikus about Amish women playing softball in winter. A short entry about driving through... Continue Reading →
Seashell for my brother The day he died I heard you howl – a scream so hot and sharp it pierced right through my skin, threading through muscle to wrap itself tightly around my heart, a reminder that each beat... Continue Reading →
The Adventurer Having been outside all through the long cold night the cat returns. Let him come in. Well might you ask, but he'll tell you nowt. He's conquered the Persians perhaps, or steered his ships around the Cape; whereas... Continue Reading →
Anecdote of a Star Where West meets East Main Street there is a park. And in the corner of that park I hid a chair. And in that chair I sat, as would a jar, Waiting for the theater of... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 