These Words Me

I look forward to being dead. The┬ámagic moment that poets— life’s awkwardly literate jesters— become instantly cool and wise: labels we just couldn’t live our way into. I look forward to seeing my life bookended, parentheses completed: Lori...

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....