The prompt for this poem was to begin writing using the words, "I am but..."
Truly, there is a phobia for anything. I half-have botanophobia...
What do you worry about? All the things I worry about are quantities...
I'm settling into the reality that life is a series of resets. This poem's kind of about that...
Sometimes, when a writing prompt hangs me up, I turn to word definitions, as I did with this preposition...
This short prose piece generated from a prompt to write about an age gap. The first thing that came to my mind was the gap between the age I feel and the age I am.
In the process of researching a book, I've become fascinated by the pronoun "I"...
Often, we use the term "settle" to convey accepting less than one deserves. In this poem, that meaning evolves into something else.
The line between authenticity and donning a mask is a fine one indeed...
Nonsense: A Case for Poetry
Why everybody needs poetry.
I don't think of myself as a collector, but I was a collector, once. At what age does it become unacceptable to put everything we love on display?
The Ice Flows: Exploring Purpose During Isolation
I hope the world will be different on the other side of Coronavirus, not because of things outside of my control, but because of the quality time I'm spending with Purpose.