Randi 
I confess I’m not much into spring poetry. The idea that spring is the season of poets is a super-cliché, and in my case, it’s not all that accurate. For me, fall and winter are the poetic seasons. They’re the times of introspection and reflection — of turning inward. Spring and summer are the seasons … Read more…
Hey folks, anyone remember my old epic? The one awkwardly named Lay of the White Carnation? Only about a handful of people have, which is a good thing. The setting — a messed-up, in-between afterlife inspired by limbo — was interesting but poorly thought-out, while the story was just plain ridiculous (though very fun and dramatic). Still, … Read more…
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Much like “Bog,” this is an oldie, because at the moment I have nothing else. Honestly. That’s the primary reason. But bear with me, because there’s another reason, this one rather less humiliating. This is a poem about change … about things ending and beginning, and the scary stage in between. It’s a concept I’m half-battling, half-drowning … Read more…
It’s back! Last June, I posted a draft of “The Lime-and-Tequila Love Song” as a revision exercise. The idea was to see what different poets would do with a single rough draft … and to give you an exercise in creativity and voice. I was really excited about the response, so we’re back for another round. Like … Read more…