I Grew up in a Rookery

Ingrid is the host for Poetics at the d’Verse Poet’s Pub. She asks us to take inspiration from birds of … More

Mont Saint-Michel

I found it only once–a full seashellfloating where waters rescind,spiraling to the heavens in grandiosity.

The Full Moon Rakes

High above the stock-still lake,the full moon rakes, the full moon rakes. Placed more bets that it can take,the full … More

Your Faithful Float

Forever your faithful floatflaking against your fresh coat,serving a daily purpose, butisolation makes me nervous,half-submerged in salty sea.All the nets … More

High-Risk American

I’m a high-risk American,a potential embarrassment to my country,serving fifteen years with chalk-dusted fingers.Compassion stings like a vaccine no one … More

McDaniel’s Poetry Peephole

The first time I read poetryI thought, wow, this is strictpuritanical shit,like a stole only worn in ritualor like a … More

Dear Celestine

Dear Celestine, Cliffside like half-sheared sheep,clouds that diffuse when steeped,steaming out the sky as snow, white-outretracting your mountainous glow. Oh … More

Her Solid Balloons

Motherhood is an expansion of arms;the cradles, guideposts, and gripsthat model clay into new lives. She watches the solid balloon … More