Under Book Covers

Gathering stories crying with strangers-turned-friends tales woven into focused collections into pages and pages calloused fingers hand crafting a shared love Book covers created with patience humor and a little, not- annoying- we-hope, self-awareness. Blurbs too....

Unraveling into playfulness

Let’s fix this Oh fuck it that’s never going to work your fault my fault someone here’s a jerk candor and reticence swings at the beach keeping thoughts to yourself giving a speech making a decision taking a stand waffling, wondering head in the sand pain,...

An ode for frozen friends

Kentucky is freezing South Dakota’s a mess New York is frigid Tennessee’s in distress Maine’s streets are frosty D.C.’s they are too And even Ms Georgia has frost on her shoes. It’s a confusing time to be living in the Pacific Northwest February’s sting feels less...

growing up on Kingston Drive

I remember three tiers of kids: the teens, not us, the big kids, us, the little kids, younger sisters, brothers. the older, as groups, always trying to ditch the younger, but as individuals always up to playing with anyone at all willow tree forts where grownups can’t...

The day of the playful heart

For all my friends out there celebrating the Day of the Playful Heart this weekend. And a few in particular. You know who you are…   The Day of the Playful Heart, A Very Important Poem by Lori Kane   There once was a heart so playful It couldn’t fit...

this time love came softly in

this time love came softly in sitting with my broken heart   last time she showed up with tea when I was reading   she arrives beside fear to demand safe space   to fully feel it   and I’ve noticed you and I, friend, summon her while playing   sharing a game, a...