Sometimes I Fall Down

I took the longest writing  Jenith Charpentier 's poem because I think she's such a swell poet. I re-read her chapbook for inspirati...

A Poem for Cory by Ginna Funk Wallace A poem about cigars! Made for this fundraiser .

Hey, Paul. Tell me what it’s like to be a house. To have a ten bedroom heart, ten beds per room, room for all, tell me what it’s ...

I wrote a poem, and then I made a video for it.  I hope you enjoy this little two-minute project!  It's a poem I wrote during this pas...

I've been having a rather rough time of it financially due to having to leave my previous life.  In order to start a new one, I'm ho...

i will not carry a cross for you anymore. two years was four too many.

When Holland Taylor Slapped My Mother I Thought (or perhaps realized, for the first time, that I'd always wanted to do that mys...

Synonyms for Pleasure: BRIE. My long arms and the way they reach so many things, the way they move me through water, water. The sound ...

I wish you would quit punishing me for doing what I had to do to save my own life. Two years putting you first until one day I put me f...

I will cut off all my hair and send it to you in a box wrapped in gift paper some holiday design or perhaps an old map, tie it all up w...