Heavy Stones
Heart venom, the slow, dispersing numb; love’s phantom limb, her necrotic thumbs lost grip and threw out scissors. Rock crushes four knuckles in two fingers and then tells her to…
Shark in the Shallows
When I was 14, I moved to Boynton Beach, FL, to live with my older brother. One day at the beach, I was waist-deep jumping waves with a new friend…
Another One About Her (video)
My mother was estranged for years when I received a text message from her husband that she had stage-four lung cancer. Over this lifetime, she and I had our ups…
Poetry in Places: “Cyclops” by Margaret Atwood
I took a day trip in Ohio that ended at the Newark Earthworks. Sorry about the wind, but I appreciate you sharing “Cyclops” by Margaret Atwood with me today.
Look & Leap: The Road Unfolds — New Travel Newsletter
My retirement dream is to hit the road and write about the places and people I meet along the way. My journey begins long before retirement, however, as I learn…
Open Door
Enjoy this little love poem I wrote for a spark. I hope he gets all the way in. He is hot water eroding my stone, washing my specks over the…
Binding Spells
Are we the alchemy of your stones, blood, and sonorous sorcery? Or are we sixteen strands of your hair wound and nine-knotted around the wish-imbued paper I set ablaze in…