New Poem: A Sound Sharp Enough to Count—

New Poem: A Sound Sharp Enough to Count—

A SOUND SHARP ENOUGH TO COUNT— Don’t explain yourself, she says—Let the rain fall where it falls.If you mustplace buckets to catch the excess rainwater—a prayer in mindfulness—do not mindif they also catchdebris, insects, extra fiber—This is the way of...

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...