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Alphapoetica: A Poetry Primer for the Everyday Poet is part memoir, part poetry collection, plus writing guide. I can’t wait to share it with you! TO ORDER GO TO: finishinglinepress.com/product/alphap…RESERVE YOUR COPY TODAY #poetry #primer #flp

2022 means new projects of the heart are ready to launch! My latest novel for children and a new poetry collection are both available now for preorder from their respective publishers: https://bit.ly/3eLltti and https://bit.ly/3mPDgEl. I’m so happy to share my … Continue reading →

I am over the moon that Elinormal is featured on the Children’s Book Council’s Hot off the Press list! This book began years ago as a few scribbled lines across a newspaper page as I sat in the lobby of … Continue reading →

I sent my aunt a Mary Oliver poem that spoke to me about the futility of worry. It ends with the lines Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body … Continue reading →

I grab a cup of coffee early, new steam rich and thickly rising as daylight rises over distant hills entering the quiet garden, fully awake now in the flowering – I wait among those that are just what they are … Continue reading →

A real estate listing sent in a text 29 photos, inside and out our very first house around the corner from the womb of our parents the place we began here is the odd-shaped room where our babies slept here … Continue reading →

.I love this New Yorker article.“You know when botanists bisect a tree, and can tell by the thickness of rings what the conditions were like that year? This feels like we had that year, and this is what happened.” http://bitly.ws/dS2G

When we first moved from Buffalo, we’d have Sunday dinner with my grandparents every week. My father was their only remaining child – his brother had drowned years and years before, leaving a wake of sadness to seep into everything. … Continue reading →

We parked in lot 7, as instructed lined up single file, greyhaired and masked up outside the humanities building, where no students currently sit listening to lectures about post-modern anything instead, there we were, silent captives forced to bear witness … Continue reading →