Blog, Craft, Reading Reading Stephen King & Writing Horror Shovels Hi friends! Happy Thursday. I hope you had a really wonderful holiday mid-week and are finding yourselves back in the full swing of things….
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, 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 I Treat Your Swollen Ankle propped on a pillow on our oversized coffee table, all of our ice packs lost…
Blog, My Poems I Will Vandalize His Angel Tombstone And it is from this moment that you are going to live. Think of that. You’re standing in the middle of what used to…
Blog, Craft, My Poems, Writing Challenges 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…
