Art can be so powerful, especially if you give it time. This prose poem captures the way my experience of a street mural changed over the course of about 10 minutes.
Encountering a mural in memory of D’Andre Campbell
“I”
In the process of researching a book, I've become fascinated by the pronoun "I"...
How I Survive the Pandemic
This short prose piece seemed frivolous, so I gave it a serious title...
Women Alone
Being at home a lot now, during the pandemic, has made me aware of things I wasn't before. This brief prose-poem explores that idea.
Proprioception
Dancers have an inside joke they like to share...
Nonsense: A Case for Poetry
Why everybody needs poetry.
Shedding
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?
Planting Seeds
I wrote this short prose piece about teaching, but I think it can be applied to "self", too -- to trust the chances we take...
Kindness
I've been experimenting with non-poetic forms lately, including flash fiction, like this 171-word story.
Just Once More
It’s difficult to explain to a non-dancer what the loss of partner dancing is about, this thing we chase week after week, night after night, but I thought I’d try, with this prose-poem.
This Place
Given the time we're all spending "sheltering" in our homes right now, it seemed apropos to share this poem.
