“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 different. I’m back to writing every day, with a mixture of free-writing and prompt-driven writing. I’m going to share a poem each day that is driven by a prompt, followed…

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Hey!! A New Feature is Coming to My Blog Very, Very Soon!!

  Yesterday evening, I wrote a sort of long-time-no-see post, followed by a post that very well may have opened a huge door for me. I shared how a poem from my earlier writing life had hugely intersected with a specific incident from my day yesterday, and I came to a realization after sharing that…

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First, She was a Poem: Cadence on the Swings

  I had a bit of a moment today, and I really have to share. In the picture to your left is my beautiful, nine-and-a-half-month old daughter, Cadence (yes, like the title), and she had her first turn on a swing today—one of those little, infant-safe ones on a backyard playground set. And then it…

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Writing My Summer Away: In the Early Days after My MFA

  Hello, everyone! Needless to say, it’s been a while—sorry for the radio silence. As some of you know, I graduated this May with my MFA in Poetry from Western Michigan, and my life since then hasn’t quite been what you would have expected. As my younger self, I would have expected myself to have…

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My Attempt at a Definition Poem while Reading Allan Peterson

  This is why I love reading: it opens so many doors. While reading Allan Peterson’s Precarious (published by 42 Miles Press, 2014), I began to consider less-than-common terms, synonyms that are so interesting and unique that we often do not use—for instance, why use the term “precarious” when we could just as easily say…

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Insight from a Dreamscape

  “One day when I was really pushing through, writing every last word, it occurred to me there is nothing more wholesome than having great knowledge in literature. You are pure, and insightful, and brave in ways you never imagined when you are intelligent in books; and look how much more beautiful you are when…

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Jericho Brown: A Poem

  Like hail from a blind sky, the body falls. He drinks wine from broken shot glasses and wears a goatee. This is his appearance to some. For others, he continues on his way in bare feet and white robes. In either world, he takes his time. Whether or not his words contain the rush…

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