Pain-Full
Moments as quick as shoulder shrugs. The hurt, something longer—like a hug. The bad, the awful, cuts deep, but my
Singer-Songwriter
Moments as quick as shoulder shrugs. The hurt, something longer—like a hug. The bad, the awful, cuts deep, but my
Repetition isn’t just a term in poetry—it is something we cling to for a modicum of balance. In writing, it
With Maid of Honor duties and a graduation only about three or so weeks away, I’ve been busy. While this
The poem below started as a paragraph, then as an experiment in spoken word. But that’s the usual: the poetry
I was thinking about Facebook Events, events in general really, and considered the excuses we give for not attending, the
As per my M.O., I have put out the call to writers, both friend and strange(r) to contribute work as
I am indeed excited that today kicks off National Poetry Month—come on, I finally have an excuse to thoroughly exercise