Happy Tuesday, friends! As I mentioned yesterday, I’m throwing myself back into doing the things I love—and I LOVE celebrating my fellow writers. If you’d like to have one of your works featured, or do a mini-interview with me about your process or...
THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE There are many people who come backAfter the doctor has smoothed the sheetAround their bodyAnd left the room to make his call.They die but they live.They are called the dead who lived through their deaths,And among my peopleThey are considered...
DOING LAUNDRY ON SUNDAY So this is the Sabbath, the stillnessin the garden, magnoliasdrying damp bells, petticoats, over the porch rail, while bicyclewheels thrum and the full-breasted tulips open their pink blousesfor the hands that pressed them first as bulbs into...
WINTER LANDSCAPE, WITH ROOKS Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The...
Happy Wednesday, friends! I hope you’re all enjoying your week. For those of you who may not be aware, and for those who are too overwhelmed with other things right now to be focused on this (know that I feel you and am here for you), April is National Poetry...