Wordplay

summer child

summer child

Summer always seemed to last forever as a child. Long evenings roaming through my neighborhood. Dumping my bike in anyone’s yard just to play. Finishing books in days. Racing home past dusk. This poem takes me back to simpler times.

strange fruit

strange fruit

Some times the meaning or theme of what I’ve created isn’t spelled out to me until I re-read or edit a time or two. “Strange Fruit” was written months ago and I read it for the first time in a few months and thought that the strange fruit is a […]

Owning My Creative Process

Owning My Creative Process

As a creative, channeling inspiration into my work is important. Finding environments that are conducive to creating while keeping me focused is just as important. I’ve learned through trial and error over the years that each project sometimes calls for different environments. For instance, some of my favorite poems were […]