The Woven Sea

I close my eyes, into that hush, you know the one, between thunder and thought, where even time takes a breath. And for just a moment... I am weightless.

Finding Your Unique Voice in Poetry

If you are trying to write like a poet who you admire, I want you to stop it.

Growing Flowers from the Wounds

I am every jagged edge of rock waiting to be climbed; to see what’s beyond.

Where Is Nowhere?

Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?