I’ve been thinking about what I want this section of the website to be…
Last week I did a set of poems for Winchesterfest…
My plants are not looking
towards my window longingly,
they are simply adhering to biology…
Recently I entered Hobbs House Bakery’s poetry competition – the top prize involved getting your poem printed on 200 loaves of bread…
I will become a crowd again:
untalented, unfunny, understood
incorrectly. how will I explain…
I haven’t yet decided whether to write a poem a day for National Poetry Writing Month…
There is a balcony that runs above the exhibit.
Someone must have been leaning over it […]
He spends too long in the shower,
thinking of him. […]
IT ALL BEGAN when two men in blue overalls came to speak to my mother. I was upstairs in the attic […]
The ice looks like carved bone
And the sleds, school dinner trays
And the bodies, fragile […]
