Riding the Zs

Yep. You guessed it. It’s time for poetry...and sleep. Poem: Wynken, Blynken and Nod Wynken, Blynken and Nod I ride the dip againstomach butterfly-full and heavyI cannot keep my eyes levelthey roll and stutterfollowing motions I can hardly perceiveit comes at all timesthis tectonic forceno preparation for itsave time I gain my feetbarely able to … Continue reading Riding the Zs

Chasing (Im)Perfection

I’ve spent the later part of last week up to now battling my own version of writers block. You’re probably rereading that last sentence and thinking, “But she writes a poem. Every. Day. Doesn’t seem like she’s having any trouble writing.”  You’re right. I am writing poems daily. But...on longer pieces, the struggle is real.  … Continue reading Chasing (Im)Perfection


Surely one level of hell is standing in front of a well-stocked refrigerator and finding nothing to eat. Poem: Hunger Hunger “17: Make another omelet—one for the stranger, hungrier omelet eater inside your breath, your night.” from Craft Chaps Vol. 1 (Sundress Publications) by Chen Chen she prowls through the house telling herself she’s hungry … Continue reading Yearning