I have been writing about a storm, hiding behind the clamor of the rain. I have been watching my feelings twist into the drain, willing away their texture and weight. It is futile; this hiding, this twisting, this willing away.... Continue Reading →
I am sick. Nothing serious, just a cold that won't seem to go away, but I don't do sick well. No one likes being sick, I get that, but when I get a cold, I act like the world is... Continue Reading →
I wasn't going to write about Christmas, but here I am at 6am on Christmas Eve morning, reading lots of posts about Christmas, and I felt like adding my seasonal voice to the mix. Let me start by saying,... Continue Reading →
The thing with fire is that it is unpredictable. An ember can become a rage of flames that devour hillsides and homes, a torrent of fear that reaches its fingers into the sky and covers the landscape in ash. Fire... Continue Reading →
I am thrilled to have been selected as the winner of the Sheila-Na-Gig Winter Poetry Contest. The issue is now live! Thank you to Hayley and Jessica for this huge honor!
It’s impossible to think about going blind without thinking about loss. When you have a degenerative disease like RP, the loss comes in unpredictable bursts that steal pleasures and pluck freedom from disappearing fingers. In the weeks just after my... Continue Reading →
Even though I talk about only needing validation from myself and how the writing is enough - and I do believe these things - I still have those aching moments where I search for validation from the outside, and feel... Continue Reading →
Today is the 4th anniversary of my brother's death. He has been on my mind more than usual this week and I woke up this morning feeling like it must be impossible that he has been gone so long. I... Continue Reading →
I am thrilled to have my poem, "Rose Tinted Glasses" in Foxglove Journal. My thanks to Elizabeth Gibson who has created a beautiful journal. I am honored to be among the writers she has chosen to publish.