To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably in the Stall Next to Me

If you ever woke in your dress at 4am ever closed your legs to a man you loved opened them to one you didn’t moved against a pillow in the dark stood miserably on a beach seaweed clinging to your ankles paid good money for a bad haircut backed away from a mirror that wantedContinue reading “To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably in the Stall Next to Me”

Write to Be Controversial Workshop

Controversy sells! All the social apps are doing it…why shouldn’t you? Come over to the dark side and take my class on controversy. Facebook is notorious for privileging posts that get readers worked up, for instance. How can we channel that manic energy for us instead of using it to divide us? That is whatContinue reading “Write to Be Controversial Workshop”

You Told Me You Wrote 6 Angry Poems About Me

I ask you to write a poem About the picture I take of the moss-green house You say the photograph says more about the photographer Than the subject, I think this is poetic wonder If you stole the quote Two awake birches Two sleepy plum trees Two drowsy tea trees One sneaky stair case One Continue reading “You Told Me You Wrote 6 Angry Poems About Me”

Connection is A Meal Not A Snack

I wrote a poem today about consumption. It’s easy to reduce ourselves to byte size pieces fit for digesting in our social media saturated realities. Whether that’s interrupting our gorgeous sunset panorama to make sure the flattened, pixelated experience pleases our friends and admirers or swiping and stacking dates desperately as if our oxygen willContinue reading “Connection is A Meal Not A Snack”

Featured By the DewDrop

This month, millions of us over the planet are staying behind closed doors in unison, away from our jobs, activities and the people we love. We’re keeping ourselves and one another safe from the reaches of COVID-19. It’s an indefinite pause from our ordinary lives that might bring boredom and loneliness, or it could beContinue reading “Featured By the DewDrop”

Riding the Tide of Critical Change

I like this passage, because it describes the Augusteum– this grand shrine the emperor erected to house his remains.  He couldn’t have imagined the site having any greater historic purpose.  Yet, his ashes are stolen, and the mausoleum goes through iterations–a fortress, a Renaissance garden, a fireworks depository, and a concert hall.   Right now, our lives areContinue reading “Riding the Tide of Critical Change”