Happy to share my poem “Bar of Soap” with you! It’s a prose poem, and it landed in the first edition of inScribe: Journal of Creative...

I am fond of things with feathers. So fond of them that I feed them, listen to them, watch them. And happily, I am not alone in this...

I’m seeing bright scarves of white flowers hanging on trees. It has a bridal appearance—to me, it looks like scarf upon scarf of white...

Oh, my friend. Do you know that it’s possible to be so full that you know, for sure, that your words don’t matter much? I thought my...