Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”
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.