A poem about viewing the skyline at night in the Central West End in Saint Louis.
A poem reflecting on the World we live in.
A poem of beat and rhythm recounting a woman’s journey.
We were in some pretty bad tide rips listing from side to side and my captain was taking a leak over the port gunwale when I heard him shout, “Mark Twain!” And then the sea grew calm and a mischievous cloud cover turned the volcanoes pink. I lost my life there, left it in the […]
A poem about how it feels to become a digital nomad.
A poem about visiting the mysterious and possibly haunted Jim Thompson House in Bangkok, Thailand.