I started this poem on October 9, 2020 and today it was published by Silver Birch Press . Staggering is still moving forward! Living in...

from Ancient Memories . This morning our low was 37 and we're headed to 53 at some point. Cue the melting...

Yesterday I was surprised by another poem coming out on the Silver Birch Press site! I wrote Epistolary Requiem some time ago, but then...

So, I finally got my "tiered-rejection" from @TBQuarterly and I can say I made it to the last round! (Work with me here, people.) Today I...

Thanks to Panoply for accepting The Pastoral and, of course, to CJ for always encouraging me, even when it feels unlikely (if not...

Can be found on page 47 of the Spring Issue of Peninsula Poets. Thank you, Poetry Society of Michigan!

It’s an early evening in November and I’ve just come from the Armory where this season’s distrust and our perennial hope have grown a...

from Ancient Memories. Why didn’t I see you bright red spot, perched now above a field of silver-white, in the summer? Is it that you got...

Super excited and proud to have The Lure published in the 20th Issue of Panoply! And, as always, thank you for reading!

Silver Birch Press has published another one of my poems. This one was in response to a call entitled HOW TO HEAL THE EARTH. As always, a...

for Paul, Kara, DuShon, Dorothy, Pam, Philip, Earl, Chris... What is the promise of the blank space, the empty glass, the bone-white...

While I slept last night, Silver Birch Press published a poem I wrote called "Still Wonder." They paired it with this painting called...

On our way out to the highway, to pick up some things in town, we cross over fields that hold beans and corn in the summer but now are...

This found poem was inspired by the FB post of a friend. Most of the words are his and used with his permission. This is his original...

Yesterday, CJ reminded me of a mantra I wrote for a story about young people creating their own religion. He was actually using it to...

from Ancient Memories After the leaves have dropped, and the wind shifts in from the North, after the pumpkins have all withered on...

They predicted rain and then snow and then rain. Inches of each before it was all done, they said. The titmouse and the chickadee spent...

Hey Mom, You won’t believe what I did today... Remember that pumpkin pie you made, how many years ago now, that you forgot to put the...

This poem was published this summer by Silver Birch Press.

Hummingbirds fight, red-green zips around the feeder with its yellow plastic flowers opening in perpetuity. Turkeys roam in gangs,...