It’s the last day of 2020.
A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
Update + a Spooky Poem
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
The end of summer is making sure I feel it.
I have some micropoems published in a new anthology.
New Published Poem
There’s no better time than a lockdown to rediscover your love for an old cartoon you watched as a child.