Beyond Me (in memory of Karen Hayes) Mindlessly scrolling, a familiar photo pops up with the death announcement of the queen of skinny...

It’s late evening when I hear about a high school classmate’s death. I learn via an email. My reaction is Whaaaat? Thinking I’ve misread...

How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...

Rain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body. It made me reflect...

4:00 p.m. It’s Friday, December 7th. I’m on time at Curious Craftsman, a shop in Norfork, Arkansas, ready to sign books for four hours....

I am in Little Rock, standing in front of capable poets. For half a minute, I wonder why I’m there. These people are smart and know the...

I read these words this past week in someone else’s writing. My heart immediately jumped. Confirmation. Me, too. God called me to write,...

Again, here I am, seven years later, asking myself: What was this cancer thing about? I was a mental health counselor for 20 years, so I...