Art can be so powerful, especially if you give it time. This prose poem captures the way my experience of a street mural changed over the course of about 10 minutes.
Special for Father's Day, these three postcard poems developed from a prompt to imagine a photograph of someone...
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.
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.
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.