The Raccoon Always Gets Her Way 

Word Raccoon keeps pouring Coke Zero and iced tea into me, begging me to submit to just a few more journals tonight. “We have submitted to nine already. Hells bells, what else do you want from me??” She’s determined as she perches on the after-storm porch at home.  Herbert, that curmudgeon in my head thatContinue reading “The Raccoon Always Gets Her Way “

Chasing Poems Across Pavement 

CW: cause of death  Now Playing: Chasing Pavements by Adele Today I feel like I’ve been chasing poems across pages, shoving words rudely, cutting whole sections and only stopping to wonder later if I have a copy of the original. I mostly do. One poem was trying to have three centers. One was hyperfixating onContinue reading “Chasing Poems Across Pavement “

Gorl, You Better Fill that Canvas! 

I’ve been thinking about white space. Not in the abstract, craft-book way, but in the very practical, slightly stubborn way that shows up when I’m reading. If a page looks too crowded, thick with description, heavy with detail, I can feel my attention flipping pages. It’s not that I don’t appreciate beautiful, lyrical sentences. IContinue reading “Gorl, You Better Fill that Canvas! “

Vincent in His Brother’s Arms 

Now Playing: Moo by King Tuff, newly out First up, I’m delighted to share my poem “Vincent in His Brother’s Arms,” published in the inaugural issue of Two Children. I’m truly grateful to be included in this beautiful new publication alongside such thoughtful, talented writers. If you’re so inclined, I hope you’ll take a momentContinue reading “Vincent in His Brother’s Arms “

Word Raccoon Enters Creative Witness Protection?

I am considering placing Word Raccoon into Creative Witness Protection. This is not a decision I make lightly. She has been a loyal, if unofficial, co-conspirator in my artistic life for some time now. She has assisted in poems, blog posts, chapbooks, and at least one emotional incident involving a grocery store parking lot andContinue reading “Word Raccoon Enters Creative Witness Protection?”

The Calendar Has Spikes In It Now

The calendar doesn’t move the way it used to. Now it has spikes embedded in it. Dates arrive with weight already attached. Birthdays. Death days. Anniversaries. Holidays that still show up but don’t bring everyone with them. I feel them coming sometimes before I remember them. The calendar remembers every damn thing. Today (Sunday) wouldContinue reading “The Calendar Has Spikes In It Now”