poetry
ME TODAY Primary category in which blog post is published
I spent half the morning fussing with commas and dashes, sorting out whether to say “the blue heron” or “this blue heron”
I have never been good with indoor plants.
ME TODAY Primary category in which blog post is published
Standing in front of the glass my image was reflected back
Emily’s red dress overlaying my jeans and T-shirt, my short neck where her slender one would be.
On Translating al-mu‘allaqāt, The Hanging Poems
"Endless night, won't you clear off/with the coming dawn?"
The Ambien Diaries
The first thing I always notice, after the mild cottonmouth that serves as the universal announcement of a chemical taking effect on the body, is that I’m not alone.
