My thoughts so easily jumble
Joining my dreams like a pile of rubble
I tasted
I saw
I thought it was good
But the Giver is better
Continue readingMy thoughts so easily jumble
Joining my dreams like a pile of rubble
I tasted
I saw
I thought it was good
But the Giver is better
Continue readingI want to weave words
like spiderweb cords Continue reading
Here is a link to my new poem “Rocked” published over at Fathom Magazine! Continue reading
This is part of a series of letters in which I write to my future self: Continue reading
Sandals removed
Where the rocks have been smoothed
Waters rise, waters fall
I am small Continue reading
This is part of a series of letters in which I write to my future self: Continue reading
A river flows
Running to lose itself
Into something bigger
Something better
Take me to where water meets water Continue reading
And so begins a series of letters in which I will write to my future self. Continue reading
You know how to have fun
Whether putting your mullet in a ponytail to make your little girl laugh
Dancing with her to the blast of your klipsch speakers. Lost hearing anyone? Continue reading
I have been the hidden mourner
Crying in a room
Sound waves of life and laughter from other rooms
breaking the wet silence Continue reading