New (Dinosaur) Poem: Parking Lot

Happy Friday, friends! I hope you all have some marvelous plans for the weekend. I’ve been doing client work and going through submissions for Lit Shark Magazine all week, and this weekend, I’m attending the livestream of Mississippi’s first-ever...

New Poem: In The Morning, Where I Walk (after Sylvia Plath)

Where Sylvia Plath’s “Blackberrying” and social distancing meet . . . IN THE MORNING, WHERE I WALK Out to the street where cars have been parked for days, I know little of what brings the birds out of their hiding, what has come of the neighbors who...

A New Poem: Social Distancing & What’s Left Of It—

SOCIAL DISTANCE & WHAT’S LEFT— I look out my windows, check social media, more often than I should, & wonder where the parked cars have gone, also too often, question if there is somewhere I could have gone, too. Out there, I know, someone is...

New Poem “In Nature” & The Prompt Behind It

IN NATURE My daughter calls the outdoors home & needs no reason to enter. Her skin, the brush. Her voice & birdsong. Her running speed & the air through the field. They are the same. Sometimes, she blends in so well, I cannot see her. The brownest strands...