I traveled to St. Louis this past week and found inspiration.
I wrote this and don’t really know what to do with it. It’s a love poem, of course.
This piece was published in 2013 in Burningword Literary Journal. I have it linked on my Poetry page, but it looks like you need an account on that website to see this now. So, here you go! On the commute homethe clouds form a tableatop four grain silos,each grand, different. It reminds me of you.Continue reading “Poem: Farmland”
Here’s to more reading, more writing, more poetry, and more love in 2020. A toast for the new year and new things that will bring me joy.
I can’t wait to share this with you.
A poem that I had published a while ago. Enjoy!
Something new I’ve been noodling about how I deal with trauma.
I am still learning, and living, and loving, and, more often than not, coping.
Originally posted on roam:
If two roads diverged in a yellow wood, ideally, you’d be traveling in pairs. Someone could take one, someone the other, and you could meet back and report what each road was like. Or maybe you’re wandering through the woods in groups of three, or seven, or twelve. Maybe someone takes…
The female voice is strong and will not be controlled.