You sing your caged bird song
a lonely trill that echoes in the hearts of mothers,
with a tug at familiar longings,
but the wisdom of a thousand shattered
fragments of love.
So fly. Go. I will be here to catch you.…
I came home from work today to find a box of my books! It hasn’t been a real thing until now. Of course my work was real, and I have seen my work in print before, but an entire book is a whole new experience. …
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As usual, I am remiss in my postings. I keep promising myself I will post once a week, minimum! Alas, I have been far too insane with other projects.
As I sit writing this tonight, I am printing off my application to the McDowell Colony.…
Well I have written one poem so far this weekend. This evening will be the poetry-writing-fest here at the Page house. Friday night was supposed to be, but we had many of our friends stop by unannounced. WARNING to all writers!…
The one thing about grad school…it teaches you how to be a work-a-holic. I coming out of writing 5 or more poems a month, and reading 5-7 books a month.
Since I have finished school I have sent nearly every poem in my manuscript out for consideration, 1 chapbook contest, and 2 queries for full book publication.…