DANCE IN INK

The moon sits in the northeast corner of the sky. Small, round as a mirror, reflecting nothing; a bone chip. Lately, I've been thinking...

I am full of all the words and I thought about writing a poem but there is too much chaos in the sentences so I’ll write something longer...

Cover me with the mantle of your love, God. The world is frightening and dark and sometimes I am afraid of all the things skulking...

I love lavender lattes and sourdough waffles. I love yellow leaves on sidewalks. I love thirty minute drives to play volleyball. I love...

hullo people. I wrote a poem and a friend wrote their thoughts on it and I will share both. There is a person who works at a local shop....

Amelia was hiding underneath the table in the booth for four. Mummy was talking to a lady all dressed in dark green. Amelia was...

I dedicate this poem to Addie, whom I had the joy of meeting on my flight to Mississippi and connecting over hobbies and obsessions. Oh,...

*Quinn picks up the garden pea and cherry tomato, goofy grin fixed firmly on his face. “Hey y’all, let’s have a wedding.” A plastic spoon...

I’ve gotten into the habit of writing letters to the Old Year, in preparation for the New Year. That, and resolutions. Here goes...

hello you. welcome. This is where I write about my trip to Pittsburgh. I didn’t blog about it, so I feel duty bound to write about it in...

Dear November, I would like to jump into the middle of my thoughts, and so I think I will. You have bare branches, dark and lonely and...

Cicada Sunset I am here. I am sitting in the presence of the sun. The sky's the sea and the sea’s the sky. The burnished gold poking...

My journal posts intrigue me. Someone writes them out, then I come along and read them and think, I wrote this? How foolish. … W+B. B+A....