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art is long, time is short.

why the silence? poems used to pinch me out of no where. they’d tap me on the spine in the bathroom, press their cold nose on my ear while i was at the grocery store. they’d well up in my mead glass and i’d drink them until the grin on my face was a glasgow.  […]

finally.

a music video representation of what it looks like on the inside of my mind lately. trivia: florence welch and i actually share the same birthday.  

here i go again …

submitting poetry to big(ger) publications. here’s to waiting 6+ months to see if one, or both will be published in the new yorker. the thing that sucks isn’t the waiting, in fact, that’s the best part because i forget completely and therefore all attachment dissolves. the thing that sucks is that i sent them two […]

‘ghost stories’ anthology

i am working on two stories for this anthology, actually. one is a collaboration, and one is by only me. i’m in the editing process of this one, having completed it some weeks ago. i’ll be finishing up editing it by tonight (i hope) and sending it in. we’ll see what happens; i’ll find out […]

twin … peaks?

  a photo i caught of one of my twins… peaking thru the curtain.

like a stone

this blog is for writing poetry and stories. i’ve been missing from here lately, because i’ve devoted a lot more time to personal endeavors (working on several short stories, self publishing the poetry book i’ve mentioned, and finishing a full-length novel.) i’ve also been depressed. i usually would have never admitted that, but in this […]

“she brings curses” will be featured in “entombed in verse: an epitaph for salem.”

some months ago, i wrote a poem for an anthology chiefly interested in salem history (no, not this one!) and it was accepted for publication. it’ll be featured in the upcoming book named above. you can find more details about it [HERE]. that will apparate you to a pre-order page, but you can read the […]

the song that’s been stuck in my head for too long.

lie there, lie there, little henry lee                 till the flesh drops from your bones          for the girl you have in that merry green land can wait forever for you to come home

currently working on:

self-publishing my poetry book; dancing around with different designs, sparring with words that want to, need to be said, all tangled up with an impatience to have it mystically accomplished in under an (unrealistic) hour. this is largely for my daughters. as i’ve mentioned, it’s an epitaph in the event that my medical condition goes […]