Welcome.

Writing demands you do more than listen to the voices in your head.

It asks you to interview them, take notes, and sign your name; 

so the world thinks you’re sane and talented

instead of a witch doctor in the wild.

Bird in the Snow

Bird in the Snow

There are plenty of birds in the world
that want to tell you
they’ve been singing for you
every morning.
Now, there are plenty of people
who’d like to take the magic out of metaphor,
who demand you look around
until the weight of the world
crushes your shoulders.
I’m here to tell you,
that would be a waste of your beautiful innocence.
Innocence, unlike ignorance, hurts no one.
It’s undervalued and tossed away
like toys you’re afraid you’ve outgrown
because the other kids stopped
playing with them a long time ago.
But you weren’t born to be one of the other kids,
you aren’t a statistical anomaly either;
you came to feel ecstatic. You’re a weirdo,
so reach your arms to the sky
and whistle a tune in call-and-response
to one of the birds that’s been singing
every morning
whether you paid attention
or not. Laugh with the people
who would strip metaphor of its magic;
there’s a bird singing for them
somewhere outside their window,
on a branch in the snow.

 

*originally published 1/6/16

How to Write Poetry

How to Write Poetry

You, Woman

You, Woman