… “Fishermen are superstitious of their souls”…
2018 Oregon Poetry Association spring competition,
2013 Boise State University President’s Writing Award
Frost
from “Women Who Sleep With Dogs”
“I am rings. Rings of happy and sad seasons. Thick rings, and thin. An old tree, waiting to be cut down, or struck by lightning. I am rings of history and fear.”
Death of an Archaeologist
sonnet from “Hard Rime.”
Honorable mention, Oregon State Poetry Society, 2018
Cat’s Garden
from “Women Who Sleep With Dogs”
Loneliness seeped into each windswept, prairie day until Cat could almost finger the sadness that clogged her throat, and feel its shape, a cold desperation that was hard like stone
The Family Plot
“I want to hear their guilt, sing like a millstone of crow hearts.” …from the collection “One Coyote Winter”