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...

Second Wife

Dear spouse, I want to tell you about grief. No, I don’t. I want to tell you about me – the woman emerging from the ocean in winter, naked. The wife you loved and knew died in my arms yesterday. You’ll be living with me now: Wife 2.0. Lucky man. First the good news. I...

Girl’s Feet

poet, artist find the space your place outside the race where mind goes empty ego floats to grace go there every day No matter what every day if only for a moment Go there Go there Go There now. Can you feel the earth? Her spinning rhythm? Feel your strong and...

Sustained Creation

The point. For me, sustained creation appears to be the result of having self-chosen routine. I allow my life to revolve around two routines: an individual, somewhat orderly routine and a collective, chaotic routine, both of which I myself choose each day: An...