A new year, a new President, an insurrection, stress and fear and gratitude and drawing.
This is a kind of follow-up to my previous post, but also kind of not.
I'm reading tomorrow night at Litquake. For those of you who can't be there, here's my new piece.
Last week's experimental interdisciplinary writing prompt had me trying to transform my freewrite into a song: from first love to …
A recent writing prompt was "ten separate thoughts about cats." This is my poem.
I got the writing prompt "moving," so I choreographed a little poem.
Recently, forces of the universe have conspired to bring the poetry of Mary Oliver into my life!