poetry
Framing the silence has become my life’s work. Who am I to call myself a poet? All I know is silence speaks a thousand stories, the challenge is knowing which one is true. Don’t look away: poetry isn’t always opaque. Sometimes it says exactly what you didn’t know you were feeling.
crow wisdom
Have you ever had an intimate encounter with an animal, that left you profoundly moved and affirmed your belief in the divinity of nature? Of course you have.
ophiocordyceps
A Clockwork Orange, mind-altering fungi and other weird things that bounce around inside my brain were the base ingredients in this poem about being trapped by yourself.
the teacher
Watching your children grow into adulthood is a little like holding your own beating heart outside of your body.
of wolves and green-haired boys
In October 2019 a young boy was stabbed to death by a group of bullying teens. We have to do better. Remember Devan.
skrt skrt
Suffering through ninja kicks, prickly stubble and waves of love for my baby boy.
