From the Women Who Called Forth the Muse

a little flash poetry, for Steph Kent Amidst yet another abstract conversation among the wisest of men Steph showed up fully asking: I’d be interested, if you’re game to share, what you found after the failure of forgiveness? Oh! lovely witness question...

Questions for the Gentle

How did you do it my ancestral poets? How did you feel this world so completely when the gentle and the kind suffer while the greedy and mean run so many things? How did you embrace this world where war in all its forms spreads like fire where self-delusion and...

Writing After Midnight

Now is the time to dance with your demons let your fear run amuck self-rattle your cages. Now is the time to howl at the moon, mourn your dead, your departed, your drifting away. Now is the time to flail, wail, scream hope that you’re dreaming wish you were...

The Voice of Unease

One day I will hear the voice of unease before her tears fall. I will take her small hand, slow down, allowing the ample time she demands to reacquaint us with this lucky life. And when I do, we will see a neighbor teaching her dog how to dance. We will notice nervous...

Fear asks: why create poetry

Fear asks: why create poetry when there’s no apparent market for it? In response I craft an ocean of poems dive deeper into our quality and quantity our silliness and seriousness our purposeful purposelessness our playful connection and disconnection...