Making Room for Care: A Day in Hands
Before a house has a voice, it has hands. It’s hands that stir before dawn, not with fanfare but enough to tilt the day into motion. In half-light, hands sweep ...
Category: Prose
To share my experiences, observations and stories, I write short pieces of prose, especially for the readers averse to poetry.
It Was Summer
It was summer when a nameless writer finally packed her tools away. At last, the character she’d been writing for was content. With countless years spent workin...
The Study of WoMan
In celebration of Women’s History Month, I’m revisiting WoMan. Given the current state of affairs, it’s clear her work is not done. WoMan is a poem I wrote year...