• Medium,  Poetry

    Self Saboteur

    A poem. A clackety-clack inthe gut might be butterfliesor indigestion. Wings of mothsflutteringabout open flames, courting the endof rerun tv dinner neon nightsand cold dark beds… Those wingsflutter too close to death,too close to vital organs. The heart is a…

  • Medium,  Poetry

    On a Bleak, Snowy Day in April

    A poem. I stopped to wonderat the hazy greythat had consumed the day. That had consumed me. Maybe the flakeswere meant to cleansethe earth in preparationfor spring. Perhaps they were meantto cleanse me. But this grotty year has done enough detergingof its own…

  • Medium,  Poetry

    I’m not the only one.

    A poem. It echoes, laced with laughter,light as a feather,carried on the wind.Frivolous guffaws won’tspackle over the truth:I think we think wemiss the old you.Is it hidden in a box,under layers of dust — a dull veneer, particles of yourmolted former selves?Or…

  • Medium,  Poetry

    Waning Gibbous

    A poem. I wish I put more stockin the stars.The moon, meridian, mars,mercury, midpoint — elucidations for the W word. Why Monday? Whywould she? And I am back: wall of windows,Mandarin Bistro,blue speckled laminate table,red lines on the back of thighs. JCPenney lunchboxunzip,…

  • Medium,  Poetry

    So You Want to Be a Poet

    You can do it! But maybe do these things first… So you want to be a poet. You have decided that you’re going to become the next great Instagram poet and land a lucrative book deal. You want to bring…

  • Medium,  Poetry,  Writing

    What Makes a Good Poem?

    When you think of poetry, your mind might go to the classics. Perhaps to Homer’s The Odyssey or to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales — both epic stories told in meter and reflected in the tropes of modern storytelling still used today. Or maybe when you…

  • Writing

    I’m a Dabbler When it Comes to Writing

    This semester, I have been dabbling in different forms of creative writing.  My usual focus is fiction, and I tend to drill my thoughts on creative writing so deeply into the framework of fiction that I often don’t consider the…