“Maybe being a Southern writer has always been more than stereotypes of ceiling fans and panting dogs in dirt yards. Maybe being a Southern writer is only a matter of loving a damaged and damaging place, of loving its flawed … Continue reading Good Hearts
The New Orleans themed issue of Flash Frontier is live today. I’m so happy to have two of my photos in its pages and, of course, grateful that samples of my poetry and prose are included, as well. Thanks Michelle … Continue reading Flash Frontier NOLA -Style is Live!
I’m excited to share that I’m a featured writer in Flash Frontier, up today, in advance of their upcoming New Orleans themed issue. Huge thanks to Michelle Elvy for the opportunity to share how New Orleans inspires my writing life … Continue reading Feature in Flash Frontier
I’m going to just jump right in without preamble. These poems stand on their own! The Three Poems by Emily Paige Wilson in Longleaf Review are thrilling in their use of language, like a trapeze artist making us hold our … Continue reading Poems I’m Mad Over Right Now
Now that Napowrimo is over, I’m settling back into my routine of morning online reading. This is my time to look for wonder-full flash and poetry and get lost in other places and other lives. There are many good writers … Continue reading Women of Flash
“Anyhow, the older I get, the less impressed I become with originality. These days, I’m far more moved by authenticity. Attempts at originality can often feel forced and precious, but authenticity has quiet resonance that never fails to stir me. … Continue reading Friday Reads: Big Magic
Inspired by Poets Sometimes I think I think too hard Too much Too long I get stuck inside My own head Where it’s often dark It’s crowded It’s unforgiving I want to be unstuck To look outside myself For possibilities … Continue reading Inspired by Poets
It’s April and Winters icy fingers still clutch at bark and stem. It’s a push and pull between cool and warm, a daily battle. Tiny tendrils, with fierce determination, push toward the sun, a little taller every day. Nodes swell, … Continue reading Things are Starting to Grow
Darkness is swallowed – I lay my hand lightly, shadows flicker on his face, eyelashes splayed on his cheeks. Quietly, confusion rises milky as an autumn moon. Plain-spoken without a filter – Regret, ill-spent time, missed opportunity – Kindness is … Continue reading Bursting Ice
The sinewy arm of the river hugs the city, a lover grown older and wiser in the ways life. Visitors often choose the neon and flash of the streets, the furious noise of movement, vitality on steroids pumped up with … Continue reading River Mamma
