I write what refuses silence
· Travel Journal
Peru became both pilgrimage and writing season: Rainbow Mountain, the Sacred Valley, Machu Picchu, long days of attention, and the quiet fact of finishing Book 2 there.
Paired Poem
The Echoes of Silent Mountains
· Travel Journal
Peru began with transit, altitude, and humility: Atlanta to Lima to Cusco, thin air at 11,000 feet, and the immediate awareness that I had arrived somewhere older and larger than my plans.
Paired Poem
Echoes in the Hush
· On Writing
Every poet eventually has to decide what to do with love. It is the subject that has been written about so thoroughly, from every angle, in every language, that adding to it seems almost arrogant.
Paired Poem
Guardians of the Mind's Realm
· Journal
Sister's 60th birthday: overnight flights, German cobblestones, Amsterdam canal light, Brussels chocolate, and finally Bruges — which earned every superlative I have and a few I had to invent.
Paired Poem
A World Embraced by Love
· Travel Journal
The Europe trip for my sister’s 60th birthday deserves its full scale here: Germany, Amsterdam, Belgium, France, Switzerland, and especially the slower, truer joy I felt in Bruges.
Paired Poem
The Beauty is in the Journey
· Life & Place
Santa Fe in February is quiet in a specific, instructive way. The tourists are gone. The sky is pewter and enormous. The mountains look serious. I moved here partly because I needed a place that would not accommodate noise.
Paired Poem
Dreams Unleashed
· Travel Journal
Puerto Vallarta was short, dusty, funny, and alive: a hop-on-hop-off tour, Jorullo Bridge, ATV through the jungle, tequila somewhere in the middle, and the feeling of having spent two days somewhere actual.
Paired Poem
Travel Life
· On Writing
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.
Paired Poem
Azure Hues
· Travel Journal
Palm Springs held Christmas light, warm desert afternoons, dinner at The Tropicale, and the clean edge of finishing Book 1 in a place that felt both restful and clarifying.
Paired Poem
Full Moon in Palm Springs