September offers no immediacy. I am thankful for this truth. This year brings three clear weeks between the end and perceived end of...

Where did the summer go everyone keeps asking pointing their phones at their faces hump days and Friday eves across the called ways of...

My body was covered in colors dull bright, a French countryside cottage built on my chest. And my love looked so lovely in an almond...

My beer can was rolling towards the main drag centerline. Early night close bright headlights from both directions guided my steps toward...

A woman was yelling. Not screaming. Not talking loudly. Yelling. Hers was a strong voice. Lines three and four. I got it. We had US...

The fog fell heavy, ghosting expectations for anything resembling sun or summer. The season’s first hours might have invited fresh...

I chose the last Sunday of each month to share a haiku practice on my IG stories through the fall and winter months. Sipping red in bed,...

It seems all 18,000 runners are in the party tent. Organizations like J&A Racing understand how to have great races, and great after-race...

When the tumor took my friend, I sat in silence for a long while before I cried. I had known her almost nine years, and she was my very...

The Google Gods provided backroad navigation to the state line. The transition into North Carolina unrolled narrow lanes through road...

Instead of the rush for spring, I choose to linger in these last hours of winter. In the splash-colored backdrop of daffodil and tulip...

We raised new fences and the backyard smells of fresh milled pine. We being an expression of the gathering of craftsmen and apprentices...

For My Love old souls travel true carrying needs mere and love at hope we begin dare explorations intuitive directions guidebook left...

A winter week's poems, inspired by the day. And coffee. bitter black dawn arabica sips slow Monday hands the shovel wondering where a...

The January gym reeks of resolution and self-loathing. New faces in new clothes staining in the sweat of want and willpower and...

and a quest for large mimosas The 10am 5K start felt far from resolutory. Dawn would have impressed. Shivering in the New Year’s frost at...

Thoughts of family, belonging, and boundary The rain falls easy thick on the last day of December. I am warmed with coffee and the...

It is the solstice and Winter enters with expected calm. And my neck is sometimes stiff from tilting my face towards the southern sun. In...

Life and Death on Interstate 64 Fifty-six hundred pounds of Escalade hard laid its side. A brilliant red of rescue lights reflects...

and other fallen leaves strewn Like my thoughts, my kitchen counter, my poetry felt scattered, windblown against fence bottoms. They...