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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.

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An Old Cloak

I find myself adrift between an old life and a new one, wishing for reinvention and fearing the dark corners of my heart will be discovered, laid bare against the startling landscape. I always manage to sully what is beautiful,... Continue Reading →

Your Promises are Collapsible

First and most importantly, I hope all who are reading this are safe and well and home. I am, as ever so incredibly grateful for the support and presence of this community in my life! Continuing with my recorded poetry... Continue Reading →

Stiff Trigger

My latest recorded poem is up on YouTube. It is the third of six poems originally published in Chanterelle's Notebook. Kendal Bell, editor of Chantarell's Notebook, chose to nominate this poem for a Best of the Net award, which was... Continue Reading →

A Dream Come True

As a writer, my ultimate dream is to one day have a book published, and this year, that dream is coming true. In July, my first full collection of poetry will be released! What makes it even more special is... Continue Reading →

Chantarelle’s Notebook

I have been absent, from here, from my life and my writing. For now, breathing is about the best I can do and poetry is the only thing I have to share. I haven't written or submitted much at all... Continue Reading →

The Furious Gazelle

The Furious Gazelle is having a spring contest, free to enter and you could get some money!  They publish some really great, edgy stuff and I encourage everyone to take a shot and enter the contest!  You have until June... Continue Reading →

Rearranging the Furniture

Joe and I have lived in our apartment together for almost 10 years (he lived here 4 years before I moved in) and periodically, we rearrange the furniture.  We love it.  It makes the apartment feel brand new.  It may... Continue Reading →

This Isn’t About Self Doubt

I feel hollow, as if the pulp of my heart has been scooped out and its shell stripped of texture and color.  I have lost poetry, misplaced language. Or perhaps I have siphoned out everything I had to give and... Continue Reading →

Out of Ink

I touched briefly yesterday on the idea of trying to create balance in my life, shaping the time I have in ways that let light in from all directions.  I have never been good at this, but if I don't... Continue Reading →

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