Sunday, November 25, 2018

HWP Contributor Showcase

After publishing my poem "Bardwell's Ferry Bridge," Haunted Waters Press also added me to their very special "contributor showcase." I feel very honored, and am of course excited to see my picture on their website!

Here's the link:

Monday, November 19, 2018

Publication in Haunted Waters Press

I'm very excited to announce that my poem "Bardwell's Ferry Bridge" was published in the brand-new online edition of Haunted Waters Press titled SPLASH!

I'd like to give a shout-out to the HWP team and their amazing work. They actually did some research, found the bridge I am referencing, and did an awesome artistic rendition thereof to go along with the poem.

I don't want to steal their image, but here is a picture of the original bridge and you can see on their website what they did with that:

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Sunday, November 11, 2018

Great Falls Word Festival

Check out my first article in the Recorder about the Great Falls Word Festival!

Publication in The Write Launch

Here is a link to three of my poems which were featured in The Write Launch. The titles are "Hidden Nature," "It Could Happen to You," and "Of One Mind."

Ode to Rosie - Publication in The Mind's Eye

Here is a link to the sonnet "Ode to Rosie," which I co-wrote with my husband, David, in anticipation of the birth of our son. Rosie is our chi-terrier rescue dog, and as of now she is alive and well, though predictably confused as to why she has lost her status as the center of our universe.

It was published in Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts's literary journal The Mind's Eye for their issue dedicated to all things canine.

Labor of Love

For David

With a high-pitched roar, the acidic, sweet smell
Of friction-heated metal melting through cedar wood
Blooms in the air and stings his nose.
His firm limbs carry the now perfectly angled lumber to the worksite;
It glides like water through his hands
Into place on the half-finished structure.

Every now and then, a splinter sneaks into a palm or finger
Which he seeks and pulls out with tongue and teeth—
The occasional instant of pain less annoying
Than bothering with gloves that slip and dull the senses.

With a careful eye he finds the exact position
Of each piece of steel and cellulose growing
Into the image he holds in his mind.
Here a perch for his love to sit,
There a space for his little love to play,
A spot to drink, a seat to think, a place to spend some time each day:
He crafts and sets the stage for all these moments
With just his hands and some bits of trees and ore.