Sometimes: A Secret

  There is a faun that passes through my backyard, only sometimes, and the bald tip of her tail and her limp are unmistakable. If she comes in the late afternoon, I lean my body against our porch door, and she freezes for me. The sun highlights her, an ear...

Rhododendron

  I am unsure as to where this flower ends or where it began. The small connecting limbs, hidden behind the round series of heads, the seeding centers, their odd tears around the edges like teeth. There is something oddly promising about these flowers—you...

August Poetry Postcard Fest!!

  A writing challenge! For the month of August, I will be writing a poem each day as a part of the August Poetry Postcard Fest. Unfortunately, I will not be an official part of the Fest this year, so I’m adjusting the rules a little bit, as far as sharing...