Addiction

You don't always (ever?) know what you're getting with the person you fall in love with...

Lucky Charms

An excerpt from Amanda Gordon's poem, "The Hill We Climb" got mixed in my head with Sarah Everard's murder, which reminded of Ardeth Wood close to home, and then this poem came...

Bravery

No one runs toward bravery, do they? I think we just put one foot in front of the other and one day someone tells us they think what we've done is brave...

Again

I'm settling into the reality that life is a series of resets. This poem's kind of about that...

Lock & Key

The story of a tall, young, Mediterranean man with long dark eyelashes who disarms me with his denim voice...

scars

Scars hold memories. These are a few of mine...

From:

Sometimes, when a writing prompt hangs me up, I turn to word definitions, as I did with this preposition...

Age Gap

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.

Skin Hunger

When you go months without touch, a warm breeze can work wonders in your hair, on your skin, for your soul...

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.

Castings

The line between authenticity and donning a mask is a fine one indeed...