Inching: How I’ve Learned to Get Anywhere

I have been dreaming of a small-scope life like a paint peeling front porch hosting rocking chairs and suckle-sweet honey hues. I imagine writing stacks and stacks of essays and poems and stories of which I am pleasantly proud. Heaps of quiet fall into the atmosphere of my future life like snow. Not real snow, of course. The … Continue reading Inching: How I’ve Learned to Get Anywhere

What Murder, She Wrote Has to Say to the First Year MFA Student

After years of dreaming of joining an MFA program, painstakingly honing a packet of 15-20 poems, and spilling into tears at my first acceptance letter, I am here inside a verdant Virginia pocket. Chapbooks lean against a folding chair in my new living room. Drafts lie piled about my desk. The coffee pot huffs hourly … Continue reading What Murder, She Wrote Has to Say to the First Year MFA Student