I write what refuses silence
· On Writing
Every poet eventually has to decide what to do with love. It is the subject that has been written about so thoroughly, from every angle, in every language, that adding to it seems almost arrogant.
Paired Poem
Guardians of the Mind's Realm
· On Writing
There is something about winter that strips everything back to essentials. The trees bare, the fields blank, the daylight rationed — and I find this season the most generative of all.
Paired Poem
Azure Hues
· On Writing
I will be honest: I drove to Palm Springs specifically to look at a full moon. That is the kind of thing that sounds romantic in a poem and mildly unhinged in a journal.
Paired Poem
Embrace With Love
· On Writing
Some poems start as fragments in a draft folder and stay unfinished for a long time. I no longer treat that as failure; I treat it as process.
Paired Poem
Silver Threads in Shadowed Skies
· On Writing
The first draft of Garden of Thoughts started in a parking lot in Santa Fe, typed into my phone before I drove home and revised it repeatedly.
Paired Poem
Garden of Thoughts