In Sickness & In New Years: Becoming Her 2022

Hi friends! Happy Monday and Happy New Year! This isn’t so much an end-of-year recap as it is a reflection of what I want 2022 to be. Regardless, it’s a long one, so buckle up. I’m so grateful you’re here. Maybe sunflowers have been a sign for...

Today: Three Tiny Poems

BAR TALK You remind me of a father figure—not my real father who I leave absent from my poems. Maybe for him, there are too few words, or maybe I prefer him like a ghost: imprinted on walls. More words I can leave scattered on his grave.   WINTER BIRTHDAY...