A Prose Poem for Wednesday

Please to read my short poem. I am full of white, hot sand. Tiny, glimmering grains pushing through my veins, soaking in blood made of mica and miniscule, broken shells. My skin is made of thick, crisp paper, freckled with dust caught in the pulp. I am a thousand years old, a fulgurite formed from … Continue reading

Spring Cleaning

It’s been difficult to post here since my dad died. Not just because he was my biggest fan and usually read my blog. And not just because writing, too, has been particularly hard to contemplate. Though my life had become hectic since his death with trips back to Colorado and seeing my family, it took … Continue reading