Not everything is what it seems when you finally wake up.
Sometimes I write down my thoughts after an intense spiritual experience. Here’s one in free verse form.
Wyoming, halfway. An essay about my time here so far.
On takeoff, I saw these two people hold hands from across the aisle on a very small airplane. This poem is birthed from that image.
National Poetry Month continues!
Here’s a poem I wrote back when I was only sending newsletters. I started sending out newsletters but then started writing poetry. I’m not sure how it happened, but here we are.
Sometimes, poetry can make me feel better. Here’s one after a long and tiring day.