Closing the Monster Box 

She concentrates, eyes closed, and wills her scary thoughts into the box — the thoughts that wake her in the night. She had decorated the box with childhood fears, so they knew the way home. When I open the box, nothing is there. With a silent nod to me and the tap of her magic … More Closing the Monster Box 

Being A Poem

I’ve been writing, writing, writing lately. Poetry and prose. Short forms and long forms. Individual pieces to send to journals and collections of pieces intended for books. You can imagine my glee when I saw that VerseWrights published a poem from Moon Full of Moons  with the following headline: Being A Poem is the first … More Being A Poem