A poem for those last, difficult winter days. An original poem from Tell the Turning, with audio by Juliana Finch.
Cézanne, synchronicity, and an argument for weeds. An original poem, published in The Hopper.
More than once, I’ve felt the night slip closed around me— not a comfort, exactly—& looked up into a sky I cannot refuse.
On birds and beaches and shifting baselines, navy bases, and the tangled wrackline of that feeling: home.
Snowy plovers, burrowing owls, and a complicated relationship with the Star-Spangled Banner.