To the people who caffeinate my soulI didn’t know how to do this when I finished my book. There are so many brilliant, remarkable people to acknowledge and thank.Aug 11, 2021Aug 11, 2021
Tidbits5/25 — When a race ends, someone finishes last — their fatigued, beating feet fumble across this line we have drawn to mean the end…Jul 29, 2021Jul 29, 2021
Keep WritingThe other day, someone asked me, “why do you write?” I didn’t have a concrete answer then. Now, after thinking about it, my answer would…Mar 7, 2021Mar 7, 2021
Clouds, Attic & Hearth — Conversation BClouds: I can feel your unease, Attic. Your shingles shake and your brick shifts. Hearth, I see your unsteadiness. You are fighting to…Feb 18, 2021Feb 18, 2021
Clouds, Attic & Hearth — Conversation AHearth: I feel it is time; I’m merely embers. I am cracking, breaking.Feb 12, 2021Feb 12, 2021
Between Orange & GreenI wrote this poem a few years ago, and am circling back to it in response to a prompt I posted last week: how many things can you…Oct 6, 2020Oct 6, 2020
ListeningI’ve written and spoken a lot about listening, but one thing I haven’t noted, is how I try to listen and what I listen to (or, how you can…Sep 22, 2020Sep 22, 2020
