Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Memories You should know by now that we can’t go back. Not like this. Not back through the electric fence or past the sheep, dehydrated…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges A Lone Bluebird after a Storm A promise of something small—and the skin warms. August 13, 2014, MLT
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges A Demonstration There was no other way to tell you that life was harmful: threw the box into the river, filled with rocks, with you, with…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges A Tribute Tears burn yellow, burn wide, in the sun. The small sunflower seeds left over along your collar and in your hair. They are senseless,…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Sunflowers, and concern. There is a vase of the yellow masses in the window. They remain motionless despite the sound of the air cracking, the…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Dragonflies: A Snapshot In the rain, they are too small. The wings, the small holes, the designs, are filled with water. Their bodies glisten. I collected a…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges In Plain Sight Left out on the farm, there is the threat to turn cold. The discovery of the skeleton of an opossum on the line between…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Caterpillar Towns Look at the way the body separates; the individual, round skulls—the rotation, the turn, the hum. The brains lift down into the feet, small…
Blog, My Writing Challenges Running Behind on Sharing Postcards Hi all—Sorry for the lag on posting my daily project for the 2014 August Poetry Postcard Fest. I’ve been completing these postcards daily but…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges I’ll Be Honest, Weeds are meant to be pulled. Their wide, twine roots, boxing everything else in. It all takes so little time, the swarm, they take…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Horticulture Let’s say I take a bite directly from this tree—straight from the bark. What would you do? I understand. You are worried. You, all…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges The Promise Let me make this perfectly clear: the iron is leaving my body. The calcium, the heat. The organs like cold compresses. Her own, smaller…
