This is a place where poetry, politics, caregiving, disability and the ocean intersect with the body. That body is mine and yours.
I read in bed, and I'm not patriotic.
A community of love, humor & Possibility. I was waiting for someone to give me proof of my lifeโs worthiness. F*ck that! YOU ARE YOUR OWN PROOF OF LIFE. Here you'll find poetry, art, guest essays, weird ramblings, offerings & OPEN ARMS.
I grew up in a car. On the road with Mama and her carload of kids. It took everything I had to leave. Leaving made me who I am.
50 years of teaching poetry and now I canโt stop looking at the worldโ in all its oddityโ