I am a poet.
I don't have any books published, but I am a poet. When I sit down to write, it's what comes easiest. The fiction I write often comes from poems or turns into poems or, at the very least,...
more than words on a page
or feelings on a page
or anything at all to do with pages,
because it isn't about the poem itself
but the poet behind it.
Poems don't just share thoughts;
they are thoughts.
I like you and I love you—
your smile and your charm,
the way you say “I love you”
and walk with me, arm in arm.
There’s nothing better than walking through snow and ice with you,
hand in hand and tal...
Hello, December, how’ve you been?
It’s been a while since we caught up;
we should spend some time together.
Let’s stand outside wrapped in scarves and mittens
catching snowflakes on our tongues
Dear Mother Earth,
I want to apologize for what we’ve done to you; for the way humanity has used your wealth and beauty for their own gain and left you with nothing but poisoned air and dying life. We...
the tulips are out again in the valley,
of people like bees with vibrant petals, whole fields turned yellow, red, purple.
the tulips are out
again in the valley,
lined up together in co...