Red is the color of rage, but also of love, which seems a curious juxtaposition on the surface unless, perhaps, […]
The musings of an author reliving the memorable sounds of 2020 and the deeper meanings they hold as an eerie song emerges from the ambulance sirens, dogs, birds, and cicadas…
In the silence, even her heartbeat is out of tune. Perhaps she’d already been shattered and put back together.
I opened wardrobes in search of Narniabut found only coats sorted on hangersby season, softness, colorother accessories— scarves, hats, a […]
How are you? Three words spark a thousand lies in my black hole of a mind each lie a light a billion stars in a trillion galaxies….
A poem about writing—”Black is the color of ink in my veins. . . .”
A poem about conquering depression with the written word, and the subsequent cycle when dealing with rejection during the publication process
I took the standard form for most rejection letters I’ve received, and I turned it into a positive poem to celebrate writers.
I dreamed a dream so deep it became an ocean of immeasurable depths and I drank every drop until it […]
This year seemed appropriate to share the first poem I ever published. “Dream Catcher” was featured in the 2005 edition….