The Middle Place (a poem)
The middle place is where the old self has died and lies cold staring up at you with empty eyes. The middle place is where…
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Better (a poem)
Something agitated has quieted within me. Life can rip you up and leave you with ribbons that don’t weave or tie? back together the right…
Post-Election Poem
Being good and being nice are not the same. One enacts and pursues, the other performs. Being a peacemaker and being a peacekeeper are not…
Whole (a poem)
WHOLE You don’t have to return to the hands that broke your bones or to the words that manipulated your mind to fear for your…
30 Things I am Proud Of
My 30th birthday is on Saturday, and a lot of people share 30 things they’ve learned at 30. But instead, I am celebrating my 30…
Publication Updates
It’s an exciting time when all this quiet, lonely writing finally gets some traction and sees the light of day! On November 30 I will…
