Blog, My Poems, Writing Challenges “I Remember Her Hair” & The Prompt That Led Me Here Happy Wednesday, everyone! I hope you’re all enjoying your week. I’m doing things a little differently this week, writing poems every day, but in…
Blog, My Poems, Writing Challenges “Where It’s Gone” & The Prompt Behind It Hi everyone! Happy Tuesday! I’m doing things a little differently starting this week, sharing a poem and the writing prompt behind it (I’m back…
Blog, Craft, My Poems “All My Things Are Empty Now” & The Prompt That Wrote It Hello, everyone! I hope you had a nice weekend and are enjoying your Monday. Starting this week, I’m going to do something a little…
Blog, My Poems What Growing Up Tastes Like —A poem today after a long hiatus —Happy International Day of the Girl WHAT GROWING UP TASTES LIKE I sit with my…
Blog, My Poems A Walk in the Snow When we were younger, we leveled footprints in the woods—off the path, of course, down deep where the sun could barely find us, where…
Blog, Literary Scene, My Poems, Writing Challenges My Dumb Heart —To my fellow Benders, I threw on my grief. MY DUMB HEART is open wide and overflows with water. How I manage…
Blog, Literary Scene, My Poems Dear Emily— —Hope is the thing with feathers. Here is a truth: I thrive on hope. But yet, here is another: if you fill a…
Blog, My Poems A Poem with a Gun Inside It beats. It hums. My heart— what else could beat so cold and low as this : make me a list. give me a…
Blog, Craft, My Poems big poem, small poem / new poem sure / longer poem, brighter poem / birds birds birds Hello all! It’s been a while again, I know. I’ve been missing writing in the worse way but otherwise wrapped up in my new…
Blog, My Poems Two Truths & A Lie My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to…
Blog, My Poems In a Field, The Absence of Field or heart—like breathing, you enter waist-high grasses, the tan of prairie dog, fern, wild lily, & the wind takes you up into itself, your…
Blog, My Poems I Treat Your Swollen Ankle propped on a pillow on our oversized coffee table, all of our ice packs lost…
