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.

Settle

Often, we use the term "settle" to convey accepting less than one deserves. In this poem, that meaning evolves into something else.

Doorway

Twice a week, I treat myself to writing online with others. This poem came out of one of those experiences, for which I am very grateful.

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...

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