Under the circumstances it’s hard to keep quiet–– I beat against a thin window pane crying out with wings my whole self, crashing...

Behold, here is your king, who will claim him, when it’s not what we thought we needed. Outside my window blooms whisper when rustled by...

Lazarus I imagine feet walking on holy ground with followers uncertain of where they’re being led. When the journey is in progress and...

On Sunday my spirit softens awakens slowly— like an old, tired dog, stretching to greet an uncomplicated day, shifting its weight and...

In my college dorm room, I shyly wrote poetry. I didn’t love sharing it in my first poetry class. I thought I was the worst poet and the...