MY SINCEREST ATTEMPTS TO SHOW YOU
THE BAD ASS & MESSY WOMAN I AM.

I'm walking in the greenbelt on this beautiful sunny spring day. The breeze whips crab apple, Texas barberry, and mountain laurel nectars...

Poetry is like the dream, always a step ahead of us. We fall in love with a poem well before we know what it means. Years later, after...

Of all the specimens I collected, plastered to my index cards with packing tape, writing the latin and common names, the family, it was...

I'm sitting at the kitchen table again, checking my email, when a mourning dove lands on the railing of the balcony. Now, I know the...