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….
upon the ten-year-old girl from Florida who decided to send a letter across the Atlantic to a stranger in Europe….
Three leagues North as the raven flies, messenger of the gods. In barren white, the call sounds. One for sorrow, two for mirth.
I carried two soldiers today, two men I had never met. A name on a sign, one in each hand, the names of two fallen vets.