Alive

When you’re gifted with a new place to wake, when you’ve been plucked up and set down in a new...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Visitors

  At this rate and age, maybe we ought to call ourselves visitors, but as of now we’re residents. Beings-in-residence...

Didn’t You Always Guess

For your listening pleasure, here’s an audio of my poem, Didn’t You Always Guess, which appeared earlier this week in...

photography by Susa Silvermaire

Pause Between Places

In this pause between two places, I only have time for gratitude. I am a precious stone lifted from its...