Natural Light (for Mary Oliver)

The Poet’s Poet

November

A love poem

“It was November — the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds…

Reading Poe Again

A poem about depression

Rewilding the Field

Hope, kinship and the sacred art of reciprocity. A personal essay

Why Creative People Need to Take Imagination Breaks

Think of it as permission to process and…

Deep Down in the Bayou

Deep down South 
Deep in the heart of the bayou
I hear the still wind 
Whistle gently in my ears.
Look, there’s grandma…

Which Writers Are We?

The fruit of our labor should not necessarily be money

Not Your Ordinary Note of Gratitude

But then again, I’m not ordinary.

The Microbiology of Sorrow

A poem about the microcosm of sorrow

December 1st, 2021

Here we are! If you knew how happy I am!