I think I may need to unfriend my country Or begin cussing online Maybe hurl my bras off a cliff, toss the razor And just live in the nude on this mountaintop I may need to slice a watermelon and bite into that sweet … Continue reading Unexpected Growth
I am weary of my worn out sentences that begin with “I” – those crutches I lean on while the voice of an old writing instructor lets slip from the corner of her mouth, a grimace – her clear indication of disappointment, and perhaps this … Continue reading Rock-Making
I wrote the sentence, Petit Jean feels like Home; Montana is my best friend. And then, talking with a friend, we wondered about the truthfulness of this statement – if there is a word for being rooted in multiple places. Even the trees outside Goodwill … Continue reading Procrastipoem #6 (While Packing)
We make our home on the mountain Alongside those who make their home Between the branches and the twigs dangling midair Their silky shelters are the shape of impermanence and plenty Vultures are the poets here Hickory nuts write letters on the land I … Continue reading Family Relations
Arkansas carves a daily ache Greeted by a fat skink scuffling below a sweetgum A tick burrows into my foot and Constellations bloom across my skin All this unarranged communal intimacy All my friends feel like lovers Even Trombicula autumnalis Maybe it … Continue reading Daily Ache
What a joy it is to find a permanent home for my essay about the intertwining thresholds of place, identity, and marriage. Thank you, Arkansas Review!
As you walked toward your mother’s rose gold coffin, the Arizona air made me want to wrap you in a delta blanket and feed you homegrown tomatoes. Blow kisses on your belly like your father. Rest your head in my lap during those humid tent … Continue reading After the Vigil
I may be late to the FOMO narrative – you know, Fear Of Missing Out. In truth, it’s taken me years to sort out what this means. There are things one would expect: attending a favorite rock concert, tasting the perfect pulled pork sandwich, climbing … Continue reading In This Skin