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

The rain had moved through, leaving thick clumping clouds, darkened and milky, and whipped with the peach of the setting sun. A vast sky...

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...