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Years ago I wrote a poem called “First Pink.” And some time after that, the phenomenal composer Paul Fowler made it into a remarkable song for The Crossing to sing as part of The Jeff Quartets, a collection of original compositions to honor the loss of a beloved singer. I …

“Being human means to sometimes lose perspective,” says the back cover of Imperfect II. “We focus on the one negative comment we received instead of the ten positive ones …” I love the idea behind this collection—that poetry can help us put things back in perspective. If you have a …

In honor of National Poetry Month and Earth Day, Rosemerry read from her own poems in an exploration of outer landscapes and how they inform our inner landscapes (who we are and how we connect with the world and each other). Hosted on goto by Crested Butte Public Library on …

Grief, love, and gratitude. That’s the essence of the last six months, the essence of these four poems published in ONE ART–the first poems I’ve sent out about meeting the loss of my son. Thank you to Mark Danowsky for publishing them on Twosday (2/22/22), a day that Finn would …

I often cringe at the ways I am quoted in articles, but in this article by Rick Brown–wow. I feel as if he really captured how I think about creative process, writing, being in service to the poem, and the long-time daily practice.

Isn’t crazy that humans are mostly, like all matter, porous? That’s what I explore in this poem, published in the fabulous ezine on spiritual awareness Braided Way.   And Mean It, Too In every second, one hundred trillion neutrinos pass through the body: One hundred trillion subatomic particles move through …

If you could make a time capsule of 2021 in images and words, what would it look like? The Alipore Post, a fabulous international online journal of art, poetry, interviews and collaborations, invited me to make such a time capsule–what a year it’s been. I am grateful to the curator, …

Bring your open heart, your closed heart, your hope and your pen to this virtual playground, where poems will serve as invitations to change the way we meet the day and each other (whether we choose to pick up that pen or not). As our lives rush by, how do …

How do we meet the death of a loved one? Most recently, I’ve met the death of my father, and in “There is Only the Field,” published in the wonderful Braided Way, I liken it to the way antelope might try to tend for their own. May we all find …

Many of us have felt alone–and in this poem, “Belonging,” published in the wonderful Gratefulness.org, even our unique alonenesses show how connected we are–how with our every experience we create the world. Belonging And if it’s true we are alone, we are alone together, the way blades of grass are …