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…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Sometimes: A Secret There is a faun that passes through my backyard, only sometimes, and the bald tip of her tail and her limp are unmistakable. If…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Rhododendron I am unsure as to where this flower ends or where it began. The small connecting limbs, hidden behind the round series of heads,…
Blog, My Writing Challenges August Poetry Postcard Fest!! A writing challenge! For the month of August, I will be writing a poem each day as a part of the August Poetry Postcard…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Pomegranate This is how it happens—he lifts the dress above your head and brings it down around your hands. You become a peacock, all feathers,…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Ultrasound The body is pregnant with limbs and dismemberment—they tremble and clutch. Their mouths are open and closed again, the green bodies like ghosts turning…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Umbrella: Customer Care Humans are a series of feathers left inside-out. You are out in the rain, pacing from one eve to another, looking up at the…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Tornado Before you know it, the earth takes on an extra layer of skin. The wind is whipping, whistling, and when you look outside, you…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges Tenacity It’s this simple: the first relationship is nothing but a series of elephant bones— the dust and chalk that stumbles through the mouth. The…
Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges She Wanted To Be An Airplane Whether it was old wood or metal, it did not matter: it was the flight that was important, the escape and redemption of a…
