I write poems. They appear in print and online journals.
Some of my poems have been contest finalists. Others haven’t. All of them, at some point or other, have added to that deep line between my eyebrows. I guess I’m happy in person, but serious in print.
Here are two poems you can read online:
“Grandmothers’ Lemon Bread” found a home at Split This Rock: Poems that Speak Out Against Violence and for Embrace. It was part of a collection that was printed out and sent to the NRA and members of Congress who represent states most affected by gun violence.
My poems have also been selected for anthologies like Forgotten Women: A Tribute in Poetry, (Grayson Press); Best of the 30/30 Project, (Tupelo Press); and the forthcoming Collateral Damage (Glass Lyre Press), a benefit anthology that will “highlight children caught in the crossfire of war and political strife, adult ambition and greed. It will also address the transformative power of love and care.” Three guesses which section of the anthology my poem fits into.
I was selected to participated in the Association of Writers and Writing Programs mentor program where I had the privilege to work with Traci Brimhall. She’s a poet boss and if you don’t know her work, you’re welcome.
I earned my MFA in Creative Writing and an MA in English Literature from Chapman University. When I graduated, the university gave me a plaque calling me the “Outstanding Dual Degree Student” probably because I was the oldest grad student they’d ever seen. To learn more, I moved to Port Townsend, Washington for a while and read poetry manuscripts for Copper Canyon Press and went on to be a poetry editor for Narrative Magazine until I started my own journal, dirtcakes.
This is the title page of Cliff Season, my poetry book manuscript. It’s out looking for a good home. It has no curfew.