Journal: “Alder”

My name pouring out of your mouth is berries on the vine and barnwood in the sun; three syllables ricocheting like bird shot in my rib cage and leaving me aching for the taste of your smoking temper. Charred apple and alder and maple love-letters from your bottom lip to mine, gentle as creek waterContinue reading “Journal: “Alder””

Recent Poetry Read-a-thon | Mini-Reviews

I think we all handled (and continue to handle) quarantine in our own individual ways. I, myself, made the assumption I’d be extra productive and possibly read more than ever. In the end, I wasn’t wrong per se but I wasn’t exactly right either. Can anybody relate? One good thing to come out of allContinue reading “Recent Poetry Read-a-thon | Mini-Reviews”

Journal: “Sunlight on a Stranger’s Skin”

“I want to be sunlight on a stranger’s skin, the same way my mother’s voice gently coaxes them awake during a parking lot conversation. She is a brass compass in a dark wood and the familiar grain of a kitchen floor under a messy breakfast table. Her heartbeats are the grandfather clock you hear downContinue reading “Journal: “Sunlight on a Stranger’s Skin””