No particular reason for publishing this poem today, other than that I’m just tired (hence the slight delay in publishing) and haven’t published this one yet. It’s apparently about the uncertainty of moving away from my parents’ home to grad …
I’m in the middle of a massive writing project on a tight deadline—one of the mercifully rare times when I have to work extra hours to meet the deadline. So this week’s poem is just a tiny, relevant haiku I …
Today’s poem comes from the LiveJournal days, but the problem it discusses is ongoing: the tendency to keep stacks and stacks of unread books around (tsundoku is the Japanese word for this, according to memes that go around occasionally). …
Ever since I wrote today’s poem, I’ve gone back and forth about whether or not I ever wanted to publish it. Transgenderism/gender dysphoria/whatever you want to call it is a complex topic, and I don’t believe any adult in particular …
I wrote this to a poetry prompt on “memory.” Not much else to say about it. Alzheimer’s Originally written November 14, 2020 “What time is it, m’dear? Ah—eight o’clock. I’d best be getting Julie off to school.” “Oh Mom, I …
Way back in October (three months ago today, in fact), my friend Kristen painted a gorgeous watercolor and posted it on her Instagram. I made a comment that I wanted a print of it, and she responded by painting a …
Merry Christmas! Peace on Earth Originally written December 24, 2020 How can we say that there is peace on Earth? How can we dare believe that all is well? How can a tiny babe—a virgin birth— Proclaim a better kingdom than …
Based on a true story from when I was in middle school. For anyone thinking of making buttermilk biscuits for Christmas, remember this: use less powdered buttermilk than you would liquid, but more than the package says is probably fine. …
I wrote today’s poem in November to the prompt “pet.” I’m posting it today because on Friday he was incredibly painfully destructive (RIP, $100 pair of Vessis that he decided to use as an object of tug of war while …
Winter has historically been one of the more difficult times for being single. Most of the time I’ve made peace with it… but every once in a while something will trigger a twinge of loneliness. Winter in my drafty townhouse …