When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Unedited Poem #13: Horizon

even when the sky is at its darkest, even when sea and storm rage  against the shore, you can still see– always see– the inky line  of the horizon  winking, as if it knows of a soon-coming  light despite the blackest night.

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…

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…

Unedited Poem #7: Dappled

life dapples skin, at one time  full of light, warm and bright and  beautiful; at another time deep, dark and shivering.  life dapples skin.  the days  breathe. 

It Will Not Scar My Heart

Originally posted on Into Dawn:
  Where does the sunshine end and the dark of night begin? When does the joy inside oneself give way to the dark within? Where does the path of love give leave and the world falls away? Where sunshine ends and night begins to engulf the light of day.  …