It seems as if this was a year most people would like to erase or do over, much like last year. There was more political turmoil, disappointment and horror caused by the U.S. government, the...
The cool, dry air pays a visit like an old friend. My skin is glowing but my eyes are tearing. I have a short prose poem in the fall issue of Unbroken Journal. It is...
Not too long ago, I didn’t know exactly what prose poems were, but I suspected I’d been writing them for a while. I just assumed they were hybrid poems that emphasized the narrative over the...