A Poet Is

Photo by Dominik VO via Unsplash : A new poem is out in the world, swimming with elephants! Thank you to Kat Crespin for selecting this poem for the March Weekly Write at Swimming with Elephants Publications. :   A Poet Is : 1. An eel, open-mouthed at the mouth of its burrow, borrowing time... Continue Reading →

Four Nightmares

Photo by Tersius van Rhyn via Unsplash : Delighted to have two of my poems published by The Normal School: A Literary Magazine. The poem below began as a NaPoWriMo exercise, using two other poems' first lines as starting an ending points. My two inspirations were Bête Noire by Catherine Tufariello and sorrows by Lucille Clifton. :... Continue Reading →

Fine, Then

Image courtesy of Alien Covenant   Delighted to have two of my poems published by The Normal School: A Literary Magazine. The one below is a 'revenge' poem, written after receiving three rejections in one day.☺️ I wish it were my standard answer to all life's setbacks! : Fine, Then : No one wants to touch the skin... Continue Reading →

alteration

Photo by Jo Wroten via Unsplash : Thank you to Kate Wright and Mike Robbins at Flyway for accepting two poems for publication. alteration was written years ago, when I was just starting to grow roots into English. Hence the gardening metaphor, perhaps? Hmm. Everything becomes a symbol in hindsight. : alteration : don’t look   ... Continue Reading →

Salt Marsh

Photo by Christin Hume via Unsplash :   Salt Marsh   : Someday she will start writing, leaving her fear behind— a coat on the doorstep. Words, rusty in their hinges, will blow against the old barn, will whistle in the thin rain. She’ll hear a door close with a bang, a dog howl at... Continue Reading →

The Icon

St. John the Theologian : Guess what came in the mail today? Issue 7 of saltfront: studies in human habit(at), with my poem "The Icon" in it! In late 2017, I started sending work out again after a very long hiatus and saltfront was among the first journals to publish me this past year. I'm grateful for... Continue Reading →

Bread

Image courtesy of the historical archive AGERPRESS : Bread : My father stands with his back to the wall, clutching his fists. The boys are tall. They lower their shaved heads. Show us your hands, they say. If you're not hiding anything. My father knows he'll cry soon. He calls grandma, but she can't hear... Continue Reading →

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