I'm trying to wrangle my Patreon posts into a spreadsheet, and rediscovered this prose poem I wrote two years ago. I loved this one, so I figured I'd share it so you could love it, too! Lunch Counter I’m sorry to stare. I sometimes have hallucinations and can’t always tell what’s there. Just a moment … Continue reading Prose Poem
This is a limited first edition collection of twenty-three original poems. The book was printed locally in saddle-stitch binding, and I'm giddy with pride over it! Each book purchased through my Etsy shop is signed and comes with an extra bit of swag from my blackout poetry project as a special thank you.
The cover for Beak, Full of Tongue is almost finished, and I wanted to show you a sneak-peek of the front design! There are still some tweaks needed, and I sent the back-copy this morning, but isn't it lovely? *swoon* This poetry collection is twice the poems of Terracotta Pomegranate, and will be available … Continue reading Cover Reveal !!
Soon, the cows will be having babies. They'll be so little and cute, curled up in the hay and chasing each other on too-long legs. As I type this, snow is falling thick and forever, weighing down the willows, curling their edges toward the ground. Here are places and ideas and stories that brought me … Continue reading Seven Joys of January
It's that time again! Grab a piece of paper, and let's play! Ginsberg - his Howl and the Beat movement - also gave the poetry world the American Sentence. While many of us already feel like time has contracted and condensed, so much so that one week in 2018 often feels like a month, Ginsberg's … Continue reading Famous Starts, Humble Endings
Remember how great it felt to curl up as a kid with a collection of short stories? You could drop in and out between chores or during lunch at school. I remember reading them on long car trips, too. FrostFire Worlds is a market for younger readers who like speculative fiction. It's one of the … Continue reading FrostFire Worlds
Yesterday's news out of SeaTac affected me deeply. This poem grew from those emotions. Vanitas At first we were giddy at the audacity or maybe the middle finger to darker memories; it was easy to forget with a guy named Rich wanting to perform a barrel roll in a Q400 and see the mama orca … Continue reading Vanitas
I'm starting a new series on here about the books that influenced me growing up. These are the books that shaped my brain. Gave me my fears, values, and passions. The Julie Secret Ingredients! Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein I can hear you exhaling with love. Yep, me too. The spine is … Continue reading Secret Ingredients – 5
As a thank-you to everyone for your support, May's audio is unlocked. Just go to my Patreon to listen for free! This poem came to me on the first warm day after our long winter. It was one of those days where everything feels like life and love and joy. Those days are valuable. It's a … Continue reading May’s Postcard Poem
Last The gown floated with breath Trapped against my awkward body. Three times, the sound of water Echoing as if we stood in a grotto, Three times you held my body And declared me holy, A vessel for your dooms. I stopped believing, but out of us All, I am the only one still Breathing, … Continue reading Last