TGC finals for Wandering Aengus Book Award
Bring it, 2024! A sweet highlight of 2023 came toward the end of it, and I’m hoping portends more good news in the months to come. My full-length collection made
Bring it, 2024! A sweet highlight of 2023 came toward the end of it, and I’m hoping portends more good news in the months to come. My full-length collection made
I haven’t written a lot of new poems lately, choosing to concentrating instead on submitting poems within my book manuscript that have yet to find a home. So when I
Hooray for late summer news! My little manuscript is being read and considered by several different publishers right now. I tend to dismiss my chances for earlier versions of the
My first-book manuscript, The Grief Committee, has gotten a little love! I’m thrilled. I learned a few weeks ago that I was a finalist for the Marsh Hawk Poetry Prize,
I am just back from an incredible visit to Seattle, where I attended my second-ever AWP (Associated Writers and Writing Programs) conference. So much activity, so little time! I enjoyed
During my morning walk with the dog today, I took notice of a viburnum shrub exploding in full flower. While I’ve no doubt passed this shrub for at least a
This isn’t a poetry-related post, but it’s been my first Christmas/holiday season without my mother, and the first in which I have had to acknowledge myself an orphan — a
I had the pleasure of reading and writing a poem as part of a farewell celebration for Dr. Julie Johnson, a distinguished UF leader.
I learned this week that a poem of mine made it into the top five in the contest.
Amy Roma’s real-life accounts of Central American refugees seeking sanctuary was a sobering read.
A finalist nod in a competition after years of trying made for a
A trip to Miami to read at The Betsy ended up being meaningful in more ways than I expected.