This poem was inspired by a photograph taken from Allan Gardens in Toronto. I've never been there, but it got me thinking about connection in an urban setting.
Just a fun and possibly revealing little reflection on being a "cat person" (even though I no longer have a cat).
I wrote this short prose piece about teaching, but I think it can be applied to "self", too -- to trust the chances we take...
I've been experimenting with non-poetic forms lately, including flash fiction, like this 171-word story.
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 weekend, I'm writing for the Contemporary Verse 2 Two-Day Poem Contest. This is the poem I wrote for last year's contest.
I'm finding myself once again needing to tune out from news and social media, and this poem came out in the middle of all of that.
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago and as I read it now, it takes on new meanings in light of how quickly we've seen every aspect of our lives change so quickly...