Poetry:
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.

Poetry:
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.
My love for crimson clover started my senior year in college. I’d never really paid them much attention before then.… Read more Gumberries
In early December, it grew bitterly cold in Arkansas. I stoked the wood stove full day in and day out,… Read more Word of the year 2017
On our last day, I knew something was askew with you. You were quieter. You didn’t tell as many jokes… Read more Living
In elementary school, I scribbled a few friendship invitations, carefully wrapped them 80’s origami style, and passed them to the… Read more Will you be my friend?
Grief is nearly a person. He pulls up his small rickety wooden chair and sits quietly beside me. He is… Read more Grief, personified
Last month, I sat at home with my daughter one chilly spring morning. Before my husband left, I had an… Read more Going off the grid
Last weekend, I said a fond farewell to a former high school classmate whose life was recently cut short. His… Read more Dirty dancing’s not THAT bad
Irises Ashes silently sway like snowflakes all the long, hard winter through dark, bitter nights. I sit and burn alone.… Read more Irises
Before I move on, I want to look back—not to dwell on the past or listen to Sirens, as I… Read more 2013 gift list