Discovering My Family History

I didn’t want to write about this, because it’s so personal. But I think it’s important to let people see stuff like this, so here we are. My Creative Writing major (which my brother insists will condemn me to the barista life) requires a twenty- to twenty-five-page piece of creative writing. I chose to write…

Sneak Peek: Train Child

Author’s Note: I know I haven’t posted a real poem in a while but it’s only because I’ve been working on a whole lot of things. So here’s a sneak peek of one of the poems I’m working on, about living in the South and growing up in a small town.  I was born and…

Dappled II: Flame and Glow

Like first-flight birds, the days together flow. Breathing deeply, I know where I have been. Life dapples the soul with flame and sorrow. Helios’ disc in my eyes rises slow. I stop and let (some) soft healing begin. Like lazy waves, the days together flow. Wind shakes songs from the trees, songs I used to know….

Lather III: The Sink Will Remember This

Mister loved his leather chair. Sink and walls knew they’d never amount in his mind, though they did try. He bounced his little son on that chair, knees like anything but trampolines to the naked eye. He sat and laughed for hours at the table, with his son, so sure so sure he knew his…