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Continue reading →: The Sirens’ SongbookRead time: 1 min. Inspired by the writings of Marilyn Monroe. Tattered nets on crumpled ships. What do sirens want to sing? Our cobbled songbook, speared. What do sirens want to sing? A songbook stitched from bottled notes. What do sirens want to sing? Bottles smashed by Ocean’s depth. What…
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Continue reading →: Novel Excerpt: Restoring MemoriesRead time: 1 min. The opening from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest After the storm clouds have passed, Nasrin and Julrane will walk under the waves in a sunken island community. Coral will have overrun most of the island’s cities. Only some scraps of walls, a few…
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Continue reading →: No KingsRead time: 1 min Most crowns are jaggedbecause they’re really weapons. Finery is theft. That’s it. That’s the point. This poem’s not an art piece; it’s a clear statement. There’s no metaphor: a tyrant’s just a tyrant, even presidents. To the loyalists: “loyalty” won’t save a soul once one person…
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Continue reading →: RepossessionRead time: 1 min Years the house stood vacant on the lot.Damp and dust conjoined; mold grew.Then vines broke in, became trees.Ants turned beams to sand.Winds beat against walls.The house fell, thenit sank into themud.
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Continue reading →: My Poems Presented by Literary Revelations Journal
I am deeply thrilled to share that my poems “Pandora’s Defense” and “Mórrígan’s Tree” are now published on Literary Revelations. Thank you to their lovely Editor in Chief, Gabriela Marie Milton, for this opportunity! As a preview, here are favorite lines from “Pandora’s Defense: “Open this box and you will…
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Continue reading →: Honoring Ada LovelaceIf you can’t give me poetry, can’t you give me poetical science? – Lady Ada Lovelace Editing poems for potential inclusion on the blog this week led me to reflect on the connection between my professional life and my creative life, and the ancestors to whom I owe that connection.…
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Continue reading →: The RunnerRead Time: 1 min. It’s the late 30s in Tennessee. This guy named Coy Revere Jr. is out running still-swill and watching Smokey appear in his Plymouth’s rear-views. He does a one-eighty. He does a one-eighty at one hundred miles per hour. The blurry, dusty tires release a scorched squeal…
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Continue reading →: To Bollingen’s Alchemist, ThanksRead time: 2 min. Continuing with the speaker from “Shadowboxing.“ “Philemonis Sacrum – Fausti Poenitentia” – C. G. Jung’s inscription on a gate at Bollingen Tower He let us in through the mirror, my shadow and I, the old magician to whom we’d come nigh. Said he to me, “Before…








