My work has gone mostly remote again, which at first was something of a relief. After barely a day of emails instead of interaction, though,
Category: Poetry
A Blessing for Identity
May I never say I was once a singer,But only ever that I was and am. And may I never say I was a runner,
Organ Sonnet 1
Until sent stepping down the pedals—scalar,My feet were not sure of their footing hereBut then, at once, my most pressing fearBecame naught but a small
Two Poems for St. Andrew’s
When I moved to St. Andrew’s, Scotland to pursue my master’s degree, I was convinced that I would love that little town of stone and
Lack to Love: a sonnet
Inspired by C.S. Lewis’Â The Four Loves: My moon-sick eyes I turn from Sun above; Too brilliant, let me see yet silhouettes And trace them on
First Frost
The Scottish people may not have been big fans, but this Arizona girl found the first frost enchanting. (Until she almost slipped on ice during
