Good day friends. I'm happy to announce that I have a new poem up at a wonderful literary journal, Sleet. Thanks for reading!
New Poem Up At Sleet
“bless this dishwasher” is now up on Little Old Lady Comedy
Photo by Scott Umstattd on Unsplash
Today is Day of the Dead, and my poem about my grandmother is now up on Dodging the Rain
photo by Taylor Wright on Unsplash
My poem “If John Muir Were a Girl” published at Alaska Women Speak
Good morning friends, I am happy to report that my poem If John Muir Were a Girl was recently published in the Fairy Tales Summer 2020 edition of Alaska Women Speak. Thanks for reading!
My poem, “Solstice through Aperture,” wins statewide poetry contest
(scroll down to watch/read) I am struggling with this blog post. I've been wanting to make an important announcement for more than a month now, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. How do you announce you won an award without coming across as bragging? It's kind of impossible. The truth is I …
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Plum Tree Tavern literary mag shares some of their favorites
You can imagine my delight when Plumtree tavern literary magazine sent me an email to tell me that they included my poem as one of the selected favorites from the past year. And lo and behold, mine was listed first! I wrote this poem during a walk on one of the coldest, driest days of …
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about Summer
Summer teaches Spanish in Juneau, Alaska, where she lives with her commercial fisherman husband and two semi-feral children. She’s not sure how they came to be that way, but let’s just say that the pinecone never falls far from spruce tree. (Until, of course, a squirrel piece-meals it much like Summer eats a blueberry muffin. …
If John Muir Were a Girl
At the edge of the gumdrop forest waits a door to swallow her whole deep, deeper down the rabbit hole she hopes to lose her mind or find her soul or a better way back than before. Perhaps chance upon a homeless camp tarp and dust pan, flash backs to that woman & those men …
Love & other hard things
One out of seven jobless, Venezuela size statistics, but the Tongass is alive, listen—  the wilderness so thick, I could lean into this. No helicopters to spoil, and there’s a part of me  that likes to do hard things— like fool myself into jumping off this cliff sixty feet  into the drink, …
a poem for parents stuck at home with their kids
More Cowbell (Easter Memories) In diapers you would cause and effect Easter eggs against rocks just to hear the sound of them break Your coyote mind shattered curious glass oceans with a stone’s throw Even now you test my calm to prove that love is stronger than your rollercoaster. I could …
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