You splurge out all your energy onto the page, in maybe 20 minutes or so. Just, bam, out there, everything in one poem draft, and you find yourself exhausted but you still stay with it, tweaking, copying it down into another book or word processing file so you don’t lose track of it. Maybe you […]

  Alone in the woods A cut in the bark It weeps, it bleeds Its golden sap. Green needle scent And a warm spring breeze Deeper and darker she goes.   Crunch underfoot. Light filters down Through forest leaves And dapples shadow On fecund earth. A cool spring breeze, and Deeper and darker she goes. […]

I am a writer, and writers write.   – (And being comfortable calling myself “a writer” was its own little journey. Now I sit here typing this a mite surprised at how easy it is to refer to myself that way, and be comfortable with it) –   But a writer who wants to make […]