Tag Archive | adolescence

Kai Arrives at the Moon Recording

A poem I wrote for my niece to welcome her into womanhood.

Yellow Chair Review

 Very excited to have a poem published in the newest issue of Yellow Chair Review! “Oil-Black” is one about my grandfather I wrote shortly after his death last year. I had the hardest time setting on revisions for this poem, but decided it was time to send it out into the world. There are many […]

Sonic Screwdriver

for Josh I wish I had a sonic screwdriver I wish I had a magic wand I wish I had a time machine or pixie dust or a book of spells I wish I had a genie lamp I wish I had the holy grail I wish I had a flying carpet or a portal […]

January 1991

In the bathroom of that old theater is where it started for us. You stood by the sink and we met eyes through the mirror. I had cut my hair short, dyed my blond hair black. You were so heavy metal with your endless platinum hair and black suede boots with fringe that made me […]

Carnival Magic

Two of my poems, “5:38” and “Sonic Screwdriver”, are included in this special issue of Carnival Literary Magazine all about magic! You can get your very own FREE downloadable copy and read many amazing poems and stories.

Disorder: Mental Illness and Its Affects

  I am very excited to share this anthology I am honored to be a part of. Two of my poems, “White Sandals” and “Skin As Thick As Walruses“, are in the pages of this collection of poems about living with and around mental illness. The 140 page book is available through Amazon or through the […]

Sonic Screwdriver

Sonic Screwdriver

I wish I had a sonic screwdriver I wish I had a magic wand I wish I had a time machine or pixie dust or a book of spells I wish I had a genie lamp I wish I had the holy grail I wish I had a flying carpet or a portal or an […]

Once we were angry youth…

Once we were angry youth…

Once we were angry youth shaved heads and colored hair When I saw you were tragic I adhered to you So many secrets to keep so much truth to grasp We made honest promises and everything we felt it was sacred Velvet capes and monkey boots it was The Cure and L.S.U. Music sang so […]

How He Is Not My Child

How He Is Not My Child

I didn’t stay up at the hospital until three a.m. waiting for the doctors to assess the situation. I didn’t have to be the one to sign papers for the insurance company, for permission to treat, for release of legal responsibility. I didn’t have to field the calls, protect him from his mother, sit next […]

Brown Eyed Boy (But Not a Boy)

Brown Eyed Boy (But Not a Boy)

You strode in with shoulders of a man so much taller, your eyes held back with the tilt of your head and chin up. I tried to see you coming from behind but I was looking for the wrong boy. There was this guy—not a boy—not a man but same brown eyes, same brown curls […]