Autumn-Anthem

I composed this sonnet for my poetry writing class at Oxford last fall. Something about all the yellow leaves swirling outside my window this October morning made me think of it again… Lift, lift up, your molten-maple gladness, trees, Your ambered arms and...

House of Mourning

My father died two months ago. Apart from a few stilted sentences on Facebook, I haven’t known how to frame those words in this space. I haven’t known how to frame any words, really. My journal swells with a stream-of-consciousness torrent—explosions of anguish,...

All things new

I’m sorry to have been so silent, friends. For the first three months of this year, it was a silence born of utter extremity. I wanted to write, but there simply wasn’t time. Between the rigors of an intensely challenging class load, and the demands, the exhaustion,...

In These 12 Days…

I cried a lot this Christmas. This Christmas—like this year—has been beautiful in so many ways. But it’s also been hard. Hard as iron, at times. Hard in a way no one can prepare you for. Back in the fall, my little book club re-read an old favorite, Anne’s House of...