I write what refuses silence
· On Writing
I draft digitally and revise hard. Most poems take multiple passes before they feel honest enough to keep.
Paired Poem
Whisper of Cascading Waters
· Recovery
January 2025 was triage season: another state, a drastically smaller daily radius, health first, and writing reduced to whatever truth could be carried from one day to the next.
Paired Poem
Fragments of Solace
· Travel Journal
The Los Cabos stay from December 17, 2024 through January 2, 2025 was an exhale at the edge of a difficult year: sister, Maine-circle friends, beach light, and a warm rested beginning to 2025.
Paired Poem
Reflections at Dusk
· Reflection
Someone wronged me a few years ago in a way I won't detail. The aftermath was what interested me, poetically: the weeks where I was walking around with a hot coal of resentment.
Paired Poem
Grace Over Vengeance
· On Writing
There is a line in my original draft that I was certain was the best line I'd ever written. It was doing four things at once. It was also completely wrong for the poem.
Paired Poem
Albatross
· Life & Writing
I was in a coffee shop when my phone showed the first sale notification. I ordered a second coffee I didn't need and sat there for forty-five minutes doing nothing in particular except feeling things.
Paired Poem
Unveiled
· Journal
A quiet September at home — the kind of stillness that asks the questions you've been too busy to hear. Real life at a human scale, an ordinary afternoon with Rose, and the slower work of getting things right.
Paired Poem
Apology
· Journal
First trip to Maine with my sister, to visit Tish and Dave — people we'd known a matter of hours before saying yes. A risk that became one of the best decisions I've made and an introduction to the Land Ladies, who welcomed me in despite the gender policy. Unanimous vote, apparently.
Paired Poem
Jars of Dawn
· Travel Journal
Maine in August 2024 was slower and softer than the rest of that year’s travel: Bangor flights, my sister, friends, lobster, porches, and the kind of coastal ease that reset my thinking.
Paired Poem
A World of Whimsy