So I needed to go to Capitol Hill today to pick up my volunteer T-shirt for the National Book Festival on Saturday. It didn’t hit me until I walked th…
New Orleans is a bouquet of pixilated memories. A caravan of embers that refuse to turn to ash. I have tried to write these poems before, you know, th…
When people say, “we have made it through worse before” all I hear is the wind slapping against the gravestonesof those who did not make it, those who…
The redwoods are on fire in California. A flood submerges a neighborhood that sat quiet on the coast for three centuries. A child takes their first st…
I grew up as the 2nd child of 4 so time alone for me was next to impossible. I jumped from that time to marriage and quickly had my first child before…
So I was knitting and thought it was just yarn touching my leg. No, as I saw it and shrieked and RBG and Iona jumped, as I did too. From then on, they…
A Reading from the Book of Exile By Padraig O Tuama chapter one there are no chapters chapter two he has been moved beyond belief chapter three and he…
