Right Here

blades of green bend low and breathe in damp, the misted seaside glows, fog yellow gray among planked houses, sunlight slants across the field, racing tree shadows tumbling down and softly yield those dry spots are deer footprints strong and hesitant tenderly picking...

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...

Gray Whales at the Beach

gray whales at the beach and we forget where we are who we are where we were going people dogs even eagles instantly transformed into giddy paparazzi in their presence pier becomes backscratcher good riddance barnacles routine becomes holy as you are looked into eye...