a poem is an invitation to be (once again) (actually) alive

So, I’ve made the very scary and exciting decision to leave the MLIS program I was in and apply for an MFA in creative writing… 🙃

Prayers for me friends! Here is to the (soon to be) end of #January 2025 and new beginnings!

#poetry #MFA #graduateschool #studentlife
#writer
#justdoit

Is anyone going to AWP 2025?

Is anyone willing to workshop a poem for me? I’m just getting back into my practice and feel like I don’t know what I’m doing but feedback is important so….here I am hoping

Get to know me:

As a mood writer, my practice is to write into my experiences and trust that whatever comes out on the page will become a good poem.

Saying goodbye to the #Christmas tree and the lights and festivity, and sharing this #poem taking me into the eve of #NewYear2025.

Doing a more intense spin on this.

Seven authors of whom I’d like to read 10+ books (including those in progress and yet to be written):

Ed McDonald
S. A. Chakraborty
Tad Williams
Joe Abercrombie
Richard Swan
Seanan McGuire
Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The poems are pouring out of me this week. What joy.

Loving this addition to my bookshelf: The complete tales and poems of Edgar Allan Poe.😌

First poetry acceptance in months and I can hardly believe it! 🥰

It’s safe to say I need one of these chairs.

Sharing this piece published in Foothill Journal because I’ve sent a few submissions out and need to remind myself I’ve been published and will be again. 🥲

And the submissions are in for the day -- in between classes, I'm hustling to get out there as many poems as possible before the end of August. I'll be moving soon and don't know where I'll end up, or where the poems will.

Sharing because it’s powerful and relevant. I can’t tell you how many online journals have to state in their guidelines, to please not send AI-generated work. www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archiv...

Terrific, I finally made it here, on the day of the first landing on the moon's south pole. Where are all the other poets? I'd love to connect. Below is a picture from a couple summer's ago, of a painted lady on my orange tree.