I have reached an age where my heroes have become human.
There is a softer kind of magic to believe in now—
That a body can bend
That a heart can turn sour but ripen again
That friendships are meandering, and loyalty sometimes means dormancy and patience. Continue reading Your destination is on the left
I see this number in front of me that seems incongruous with my experience. I’m too young to be in my mid-forties already, but I’ve surely lived a dozen lives since I was born. Continue reading Another Year? (Birthdays After Forty!)
Having spent much of my adult life as a teacher (and all of my childhood as a student), I tend to measure time in school-years. Continue reading Another Year Done (Two Poems for the End of the School Year)
As I sink into my couch, inert and irritable once again, I read, over and over, this poem I wrote a few days ago. I know the words are trying to tell me something, but whatever-it-is keeps swirling out of reach. Continue reading Feet & Frontal Lobe: We are Capable of More than We Think
As I prepare for the release of my first book of collected poetry, I feel the tension between the tenderness of my own creativity and my aching, egoic need to be seen. Continue reading Trust the Poem
Sometimes a poem wakes you up in the middle of the night. Like a baby kicking, it’s inside you, dancing with its own consciousness, until you must throw open your eyes and acknowledge its existence. Continue reading The Healing Power of the Poem
April is National Poetry Month! So take a few minutes to enjoy some fun springtime poems by yours truly to celebrate the joy of Spring, my favorite season. Continue reading Three Poems About Spring
Tonight I present the first installment of Saturday Night Monthly Poetry Reading by Vixen Lea!
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Continue reading Saturday Night Poetry Reading (opening night!)