Poem: Old Wounds
Old Wounds It’s August again, and while my mind is slow to remember, my body always knows this is the month you died. The tears come unbidden. Days go by where I don’t know why I’m so weepy. My eyes...
Category: Poetry
Dusty Poems 29
This is the last poem in the Dusty Poems series, which includes a collection of poems I wrote many years ago before I realized how much poetry would take over my life. Empty your pockets of the strength you stole...
Dusty Poems 28
Every day I feel more awake Heavier and heavier my soul does fake And with this tide of emotion I feel sick with the commotion Every day I feel more enlightened than the day before So much so I wonder...
Dusty Poems 27
Welcome to the Dusty Poems series where I share poems I wrote back in college. We’re coming down to the last few poems in this series. It has been fun to share these poems and to look back at these...
Reading from “Origami Stars and Hot Air Moon” and News About Horror Novel
I recently had the opportunity to talk about writing, poetry, and horror — my favorite things to chat about. In the above discussion with MakeSpace, I read a few poems from my poetry collection “Origami Stars and Hot Air Moon,”...
