I wrote this only three months ago, and I’ve already forgotten what inspired it. It was probably a combination of things. Deep cynicism about COVID-19, maybe. Or advertisements—I’ve been getting a bunch of ads for subscription services to Monthly Boxes …
Continuing on the trend of housecleaning, I have unearthed my very first chapbook of poetry. “But Lisa,” you may say! “You’ve never published a chapbook!” BUT HAVEN’T I. Back in fourth grade* I was assigned the task of creating a book …
I’ve been deep-cleaning my apartment over the last month or so. I am not a tidy person (why clean when there are fun things to do), but the mess had gotten even to me. Anyway, that just makes it a …
I’m categorizing this one as a Road to Uganda poem not because there are any updates to share—there aren’t—but because it’s tied to a missions trip memory, and it’s tied to the current uncertainty. In July 2001, just barely over …
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On Facebook, I’m part of a group that runs brackets for fun. Right now the bracket is to determine the Ultimate Pizza Topping—16 toppings narrowed down to 8, etc. The final winner goes up against Pepperoni to determine the ultimate …
I have no real reason to publish this poem today, other than the fact that in the process of looking through my notebooks for a different one it spoke to me. I don’t even remember if there was a specific …
Today’s sonnet is inspired by my bad habit of checking my phone constantly. In fact, as terrible as this is to admit, Twitter is one of my biggest sources for news. Not for the information itself, but as a launching …
The Black Lives Matter protests have been making me do a fair amount of personal soul-searching regarding my own education and interaction with Blacks. I had an excellent education for many reasons, not the least of which is that I …
I was supposed to be traveling to Uganda this week. Even to me, that fact is barely comprehensible. To be honest, even though I’m still planning to go on the trip, which has been tentatively rescheduled for next year, the …
Over the past two weeks in particular I’ve been contemplating the poet’s role as a prophetic voice, and in particular whether that’s part of my own calling with poetry. Let’s face it: I’ve written a handful of nature poems here …