Rustic Embers

I write what refuses silence

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On Writing in Winter

· On Writing

On Writing in Winter

There is something about winter that strips everything back to essentials. The trees bare, the fields blank, the daylight rationed — and I find this season the most generative of all.

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What the Full Moon Does to a Poet

· On Writing

What the Full Moon Does to a Poet

I will be honest: I drove to Palm Springs specifically to look at a full moon. That is the kind of thing that sounds romantic in a poem and mildly unhinged in a journal.

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The Poems I Did Not Write

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The Poems I Did Not Write

Some poems start as fragments in a draft folder and stay unfinished for a long time. I no longer treat that as failure; I treat it as process.

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How a Poem Begins in a Parking Lot

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How a Poem Begins in a Parking Lot

The first draft of Garden of Thoughts started in a parking lot in Santa Fe, typed into my phone before I drove home and revised it repeatedly.

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