poem

There Was a Bird in the Road.

I Think It Had a Death Wish.

Apr 29 •

Past Routines and Spontaneous Inspirations

Apr 22 •

For My Best Friend on Her Birthday

Mar 15 •

Poems From the End the Year

Jan 2 •

Poetry Round Up

Everything that I have is probably more than you need

Aug 29, 2024 •

Poetry Round Up

Perhaps by now you’ve noticed my tendency to share quickly scrawled (and sometimes recorded) poetry on Instagram, rather than here.

Jun 21, 2024 •

My Father's Daughter

A poem for my dad on Father's Day

Jun 16, 2024 •

Poetry Round Up

You may have wondered at the staggering absence of short stories here.

May 7, 2024 •

A generational poem of hope

Apr 17, 2024 •

Poetry Round Up

I have a unique relationship to poetry.

Apr 5, 2024 •

Slow Acceptance

A love poem to my suburban home

Mar 4, 2024 •

I hadn’t been home in ten years. I’m not sure why. The steep, crowded streets never called my name. But walking up them now, I feel alive. A spark to a…

Feb 28, 2024 •

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