Published in The POM·PinnedMember-onlyWhy I Write Poetry in the ShowerAn exploration of sacred solitude and the muse — I love writing in the shower. I love it because I can be alone. Truly alone. No one is going to walk in on me and disrupt my process. From there, I can be creative — expansive and imaginative. There is no judgement. Because there is no one around to judge. In this…Poetry4 min readPoetry4 min read
Nov 25, 2022Member-onlyRewrite Your Old PoemsA Writing Prompt — I decided to rewrite an old poem. I’ve been thinking about the life cycle of content. Everything that I write just sits in a drawer somewhere. But what happens if I iterate on something that used to inspire me? …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Nov 24, 2022Member-onlyA Contemplation of a Yoga MatA Poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min readPhoto by Conscious Design on UnsplashA Contemplation of a Yoga MatA Poem----
Nov 23, 2022Member-onlyFor Oath MakingA Poem (For Harriet) — May we draw near to the fresh air between us. May our words be heard by the water. May the river beneath us, hold us. …Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Nov 22, 2022Member-onlyFor WaterA PoemPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min readPhoto by Cristina Glebova on UnsplashFor Water----
Nov 21, 2022Member-onlyFor Friendships On FireA Poem — Who among your friends feels safe to touch your skin? Look at the invisible ways loneliness clings to your chest. Say sorry because your buttons dangle from a thread. Say sorry because you never learnt to sew. Say sorry because you want to rest beside the fire. Come now, call in…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Nov 21, 2022Member-onlyYou Offered Me Your HandA Poem — You talked me to the edge of our city. We wanted blue penguins and no more pedestrians. We needed a break to breathe adventure. We needed the end of suburbia. You told me the Morepork is a small brown owl. I did not tell you, I wanted the wings of…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Nov 21, 2022Member-onlyCan We Talk About The Stars?A Poem — It’s like our days are spent driving down State Highway One and I’m too shy to ask to stop for ice cream. I really am over-heating and the window won’t wind down and the music won’t turn up and the road will never, ever stop. It’s like grafting grains of…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Nov 20, 2022Member-onlyDo I Presume Too Much?A Poem — I do not know a great many things only to walk within reach of the trees. Only to be here. Only the gentle listening that belongs to the forest. Do I belong to the forest? Like the onion weeds or wild seeds… Does the wind call me in? I do…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Nov 17, 2022Member-onlyFor The RoadA Poem — This poem began as a question with an unknown answer. My questions were: what emerges when you create the opportunity to rest? What does it look like to summon the strength and protect those that need to rest? Those inquiries begged to be explored. This is what I discovered. Even…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
