Happy late Wednesday night, all! Close to midnight, here is a new poem of mine, influenced by Sylvia Plath’s “Blackberrying” and the act of social distancing. Enjoy!… Read More New Poem: In The Morning, Where I Walk (after Sylvia Plath)
Happy Monday, all! Here’s a new poem, by me, about social distancing and the ongoing pandemic, while trying to find new beauty in the world. Enjoy.… Read More A New Poem: Social Distancing & What’s Left Of It—
Happy Writing Prompt Wednesday! Here is my poem and the prompt I used to write it, plus a little love for Ecopoetics. Enjoy!… Read More New Poem “In Nature” & The Prompt Behind It
Happy Writing Prompt Wednesday! Here is my latest poem, “A Sleeping Octopus Changes Color While Dreaming,” and the writing prompt behind it. Give it a try, and send it to me for a read! … Read More “A Sleeping Octopus Changes Color While Dreaming” & The Prompt Behind It
A new poem tonight, “To the Dark Who Follows Me After My Second Child is Born” … Read More New Poem Tonight: “To the Dark Who Follows Me After My Second Child is Born”
Here’s my latest poem draft—“Nightlight, a celebration.” Enjoy, and thanks for the read! … Read More New Poem Tonight: “Nightlight, a celebration”
Another hiatus, but here is a short poem I wrote today, based on a lovely poet’s musings and sheer volume of bees I’ve seen this summer in my front yard. Enjoy!… Read More New Poem Tonight: “An Accord”
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. The last few days, since celebrating my birthday, my anniversary, and the 4th of July, I’ve been doing a lot of reading and a far bit more writing than I… Read More Reading Stephen King & Writing Horror Shovels
—A poem today after a long hiatus —Happy International Day of the Girl WHAT GROWING UP TASTES LIKE I sit with my windows open, drink of the air as if it were the gumdrop from childhood that never melted, that never tasted quite like the color coating implied: daffodil yellow, all-of-your-dreams-come-true- blue,… Read More What Growing Up Tastes Like
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 job, writing a new bio: McKenzie lives and writes in South Bend, where she works at Indiana University, etc. It’s been a blast, but I’ve only been writing what I… Read More big poem, small poem / new poem sure / longer poem, brighter poem / birds birds birds
My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to ask permission of my mother or daughter if I can go anywhere. I traded in my happiness like a receipt for defective batteries, & the world keeps turning without me.… Read More Two Truths & A Lie
propped on a pillow on our oversized coffee table, all of our ice packs lost in the move, & I try to talk to you about my impending job loss, another poem rejected by a favorite magazine, & you fill the room with pleasant thoughts… Read More I Treat Your Swollen Ankle
