I was honored to have this poem become part of an anthology dedicated to the work of Canadian paddler, poet, and artist Thom Thompson....

Taslima Akhter’s heart-wrenching photo of the man and woman who clung to one another as they perished in the collapse of a Bangladeshi garment factory still moves me to tears. I wrote this poem in contemplation of the fragility of...

Sometimes, the snark must come through. That’s happened when I wrote this poem in response to reading so many works published in literary magazines that featured the tired trope of bones… bones that crack audibly, can be felt from within,...

I wrote this poem at the beginning of the #MeToo movement, fully aware that it is–more than anything–our steadfast community of sisters that helps us heal and keeps us safe. I am so grateful to the exceptionally kind and talented...

This poem, a stanza of which is excerpted here, was based on a story borrowed (with permission) from a friend whose father nursed a sick rooster back to health in her childhood home. If you watch them intently enough, I...