Rhododendron

  I am unsure as to where this flower ends or where it began. The small connecting limbs, hidden behind the round series of heads, the seeding centers, their odd tears around the edges like teeth. There is something oddly promising about these flowers—you...

August Poetry Postcard Fest!!

  A writing challenge! For the month of August, I will be writing a poem each day as a part of the August Poetry Postcard Fest. Unfortunately, I will not be an official part of the Fest this year, so I’m adjusting the rules a little bit, as far as sharing...

Pomegranate

  This is how it happens—he lifts the dress above your head and brings it down around your hands. You become a peacock, all feathers, all lace. You breathe deep, shrinking your frame as he fastens the eye-hook, zips up the dress. Then, the...

Umbrella: Customer Care

  Humans are a series of feathers left inside-out. You are out in the rain, pacing from one eve to another, looking up at the splintered gutters, left cracked from last year’s Michigan winter. At the door, you take the world inside—one footprint from the...

Tornado

  Before you know it, the earth takes on an extra layer of skin. The wind is whipping, whistling, and when you look outside, you realize this is how everything communicates: We speak. We destroy. And then it’s over. The world may have a few more years—and...