Feral Mom, Feral Writer

Photographer Robyn Beattie and I are very proud to announce that three of our photo poem montages were chosen to be featured as part of a 2...

“Markham’s is a poetry of scrims and scarves, of meaning held just out of reach—not to frustrate, but to build a sense of wonder with layer...

Can I just confess, here it is fall, and I'm falling...falling behind on some goals, making progress on others. I'm still gearing ...

Summer time: time enough to fold cup after cup of blackberries into muffin dough, pancake batter, home made pie shells. Time enough, once ...

In the kingdom of hope there is no winter--Russian proverb This winter I spent a good deal of time working behind the scenes on preparing...

artwork by Jaime Zollars In its first moments out of the chrysalis, the butterfly voids a drop of excreta that has been accumulating dur...

Here are the latest two collaborations posted on Perhaps, Maybe , composed with Liz Brennan (one on roses and motherhood, and one on the re...