Hi all! Just in case you haven’t heard elsewhere, my poem, “Memory Stone,” (which is arguably my best poem about the grieving process) is up at Rogue Agent Journal today! Dear Editors, thank you so much for this recognition and giving this poem a home; I was one of the fortunate ones to hear… Read More Poem up at Rogue Agent today!
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 be a cornfield, now pocketed with headstones and wire, combing out a space that says this is where we lay our dead, take whatever you want. You have changed: you… Read More I Will Vandalize His Angel Tombstone
Writing reviews can be extremely difficult. What’s ironic, though, is that I tend to find greater difficulty in writing a review about a book that I loved, rather than one I was unimpressed with. Perhaps this is because I tend to find some angle of merit in each work that I read—a particular writing… Read More Grief as Meditation, Grief as Art: Reading Meg Day’s Last Psalm at Sea Level
We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like glass against your hair, your eyes, the feeling of blade to skin. Watching you, this is how a river feels— too cool, too fast, a stampede of horses. We can… Read More False Memory