On Grief: This Living Person Gets It

As some of you already know, my grandmother, Faye, passed away suddenly a few weeks ago. I’m having a hard time carrying this grief around. This sadness feels like a fever I have to burn out of my body. I feel like if I could just find the right bottle of medicine it would leave me. But I know that isn’t the case, so I am going to remain in this middle place for a while. I am doing […]


Cinnamon at the Bottom of the Mug

A poem about being laid bare with just a glance.


Autumn Library

“The dreamers are not the ones who sleep.”