image slider – “With Every Mile” Project

image slider – “With Every Mile” Project

Poem: Flight Home

When the casket rolls out onto the tarmac, the men in their yellow vests come to ceremoniously greet you; some with their reflective lights still in hand and voices still blaring in their ear pieces. Check out the full poem here – “Flight Home” As Seen at RDU International Airport

Oprah & My Garbage

“Nothing that has ever happened to you is wasted” says my aunt Oprah to me Check out the full poem here – “Oprah & My Garbage” Oooh Cliffhanger!  Is she really my aunt :-)  I wrote this poem as part of a Documentary Poetics class exercise where we had to

The Sound of Not Knowing – B-Flat

The backdoor opens forcing a scaling pitch then a thump. Check out the full poem here – “Sounds of B-Flat” Side note or preamble: This is probably the shortest poem (or tie to it) that I’ve ever written. So I guess the blog post should just be as equally as

Biscuit Making Hands

Their beauty now erupts in the sweet folds of unfamiliar lines Check out the full poem here – “To the Woman With Hands Made for Biscuit Making” This poem grew out of a writing exercise that I was doing one day where I was using my grandmother as my muse :-).  I remember

The Inevitable ‘But’

“I felt your carefully chosen words fall in fluttered shapes around me” Check out the full poem here – “The Inevitable But” OK, it is said that women speak about 3 times per day than men in words averaging around 20,000 words for women and about 7,000 for men.  That

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