Yesterday evening, I wrote a sort of long-time-no-see post, followed by a post that very well may have opened a huge door for me. I shared how a poem from my earlier writing life had hugely intersected with a specific incident from my day yesterday, and I came to a realization after sharing that… Read More Hey!! A New Feature is Coming to My Blog Very, Very Soon!!
You are becoming too much for me. I find it difficult to read poetry, to read anything. I roll onto my side, the book turning with me, and I feel your body drop onto the bed, weighing me there, small anchor. My lungs have learned a new method of breathing. Everything, all the organs… Read More In Utero
You of average size but I was so small, so small they opened my middle like a mouth the incision is clean, straight, but it was in that moment, jagged— layers of skin cut, the muscles intact and spread open like wire you were inside, waiting; you had been there all the time … Read More The Reveal
The past thirty-five weeks have not been easy. The actual progression of pregnancy, and the preparations needed for the child once she is born, should be viewed (in my opinion, at least) as two distinct acts that happen to be occurring at the same time. First, there are the physical and emotional demands of… Read More Poetic Advice from a Mother to a Mother-to-Be: Reading Molly Sutton Kiefer’s Nestuary