Lit

Where are you from? my children are asked not because of how they talk, or how they look, but how we look with one another, this unfamiliar form of...

you are a knot of negative space. you are unraveling. you seek comfort in areas of doubt. (this is not a love poem. it never will be.) the...

A Short Play . SCENE: A living room. TIME: The present. SETTING:   An end table with a phone sitting on it. AT RISE:   COLE sneaks in. He...

I find inspiration in the wee things in life, in fairy tales, other cultures, poetry, music, and nature. And I still work in my art journal on...

A plaque on the Salem Tavern says, “George Washington slept here.” It’s true, it’s well documented, and my daughter doesn’t care. She’s not a fan.  She hasn’t been since...

Painting leaves of many colors Like a robe once worn Forever young   Sewing quilts of many colors Like house guests of old Come back again   Beading all the many colors Like...

At eight years old we know weather advisory gray, know what is coming. We all have our discs at home, the wax to make them fast. Sleds, snow...

“A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.” — Frank Capra   Last year, I wrote my seventh book, American Blonde. I had originally handed the...

Birds hang Emma Fox’s laundry. She is the State Flower of Long Island. Emma Fox sits next to me in chorus class and I hope there’s scientific...

I could sense they were looking around the room at each other, wondering why I was no longer talking. Some covered smiles with their...