New (Dinosaur) Poem: Parking Lot

Happy Friday, friends! I hope you all have some marvelous plans for the weekend. I’ve been doing client work and going through submissions for Lit Shark Magazine all week, and this weekend, I’m attending the livestream of Mississippi’s first-ever...

New Poem: Midwestern Breakfast

Happy Thursday, friends! During my morning writing yesterday, I wrote an earlier version of this poem, and I revised it today and wanted to share it. I hope you enjoy it. I think it has a heartbeat. * MIDWESTERN BREAKFAST You once said—in a TikTok video, of all...

New Poem: In The Morning, Where I Walk (after Sylvia Plath)

Where Sylvia Plath’s “Blackberrying” and social distancing meet . . . IN THE MORNING, WHERE I WALK Out to the street where cars have been parked for days, I know little of what brings the birds out of their hiding, what has come of the neighbors who...

A New Poem: Social Distancing & What’s Left Of It—

SOCIAL DISTANCE & WHAT’S LEFT— I look out my windows, check social media, more often than I should, & wonder where the parked cars have gone, also too often, question if there is somewhere I could have gone, too. Out there, I know, someone is...