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...

The Market

On a now rare and frustrating walk, I felt a sense of loss and lament as I looked at the farmers' empty market, knowing it may not open in this season of pandemic.

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.

Listening

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.

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