Blog, My Poems The Fire of Twenty-Thirteen It only takes a moment, and then her body burns, the skin lifting away in the shape of leaves—an oak, a willow branch, a…
Blog, My Poems Rewrite I’m reworking “The Nightsky Often Looks Like a Mound of Feathers” and retitled the poem (I may re-use this title in a future poem). Here’s…
Blog, My Poems Writing Process This is one of those poems that is not very good, needs a ton of editing but will not get out of my head. I…
