Artist Homes

First draft of a poem I’m working on. I noticed that I was deeply in love with the words “epoxy resin” and also my husband’s decision to become a full-time artist now too, and this poem showed up as a result… Artist Homes she kneels at...

Becoming Respite

I move in the world a changed being now being now today the yellow grass in the field up the hill is bowing to the rain the sea and the land and the sky cede their colors into fog becoming one passing waxwings eat red berries off the vine, laugh at the cat through the...

Well Rested

I am tired of this world I’m tired of violence rabid intolerance greed rewarded trodden humans hidden, outright thwarted young lives mangled, ended weapons preferred to soft human flesh I’m tired of being told what to think how to think why I’m wrong...

Expert Marketing Advice Is Wasted On Me

This weekend I received another “Do better at marketing!” email from yet another lovely author talking about why self promotion is hard and how to make it easier. This author is far more successful than me from a book-sales perspective: thousands of people...