Sunday Morning

I woke up on Sunday to the news that two of my poems, “Extinction” and “The Vision” were accepted for publication by Kentucky Review. Joel 2:25 says, “I will give you back what you lost to the swarming locusts, the hopping locusts, the stripping locusts, and the cutting locusts. It was I who sent this … More Sunday Morning


I’ve wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. I can think of few things more satisfying than choosing the right words. I also want to write because of Milton, a master of words. For a long time, I’ve marveled at Paradise Lost, gob smacked by the singular brilliance of its … More Milton

The gift of noticing

I am a single-mom and a professor. In the midst of a cartoonishly hectic schedule with my girls, I want to cultivate a life of gratitude. And few things on earth bring me more gratitude than poetry. It facilitates an engagement with those micro-moments of daily life that might otherwise pass us by. Someone once called this the “gift of noticing.” … More The gift of noticing