Poetry
Poetry stuff
where’s carolina?
Places Journal
East of childhood, north of capitol offenses, just west of a big blue treasure chest : wet coffin of neglected bones.
I Was Born… Redux
Places Journal
Generations all together in that house, still standing. Plumb lines hang down straight, towards the center of the world.
Poems as Maps: An Introduction
Places Journal
We use maps to find our way in the world, to locate ourselves in relation to others, to measure distance and record change.