Some days the desert is so still you can hear your pulse A step onto the crusted sand breaks holy bonds —  criminal steps —  like…

My Personal Poetry Challenge: Part 3

Desert Sunrise —

Places for Reflection — On the days where the noise rattles loud in my mind, rousing my anxious thoughts and filling the space beside my bed before I wake, I seek a quiet place. …

Stepping Outside —

Why Does Silence Accompany Darkness? —

The common advice about writing is that to do it well, the writer needs to read a lot. It’s one reason an MFA is so full of curriculum reading. The idea is to create the habit so embedded, reading becomes naturally constant. I don’t disagree with the advice and practice. …

My plants are angles and needles; piercing leaves designed to catch the unwary. I’m not wary. Thorn-caught and pinned to my unquestioning…

Reading To Illuminate Inner Spaces — Words sounded, exhaled; imprinted in my mind, written on my page. But their meaning infirm, their definitions incomplete. Words recalled, and re-spoken imprinted again to take a new form. Gaining the retina of new understanding. The process continues — I in conversation with myself In this season of light —…