Poem: Amongst the Stars
I sit amongst the stars waiting, resting. Perhaps I should come down settle my toes into the earth. But I can’t imagine settling so close to things that are buried. It might be too easy to pick up a shovel...
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
I sit amongst the stars waiting, resting. Perhaps I should come down settle my toes into the earth. But I can’t imagine settling so close to things that are buried. It might be too easy to pick up a shovel...
I recently had the pleasure of visiting with someone about how they could conduct a poetry discussion in their book club. I surprised myself with how many suggestions I had and I realized that this is a topic very central...
Fading Into Fall Autumn leaves flit away from branches like springtime birds.
What mystical force is at play when a place speaks to our soul? We talk about soulmates but no one mentions how connected we can feel upon first meeting a place. How the magnetism pulls us out of ourselves and...
I have to confess something. It’s been years since I’ve submitted a piece to a literary journal. Wyoming has a new journal, so I submitted a poem yesterday for their first issue that comes out this fall. Duck Head Journal...