This is what doomscrolling feels like to me. What about you?
How I'm finding God's beauty this year when so many Advent practices are off limits.
A poem in response to a new pandemic challenge: to write from the perspective of a familiar household object.
A found poem created from cut up magazine words/phrases.
My recent enchantment with the long poetic tradition surrounding the Jewish holidays Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
A poem about working at an abusive church.