Poetry Postmortem (8) / Patient: The Tears of Things by Maya C. Popa

Author’s Note: The Poetry Postmortem is where I take a poem I or someone else wrote and I discuss it…

For Richer, For Poet

“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you…

Poetry Postmortem (7)

Patient: The Underground by Seamus Heaney Over on my Substack, I have this series called Poetry Postmortem. The purpose of…

Diary: Theatre Debut

“Last night, I dreamt of making sense, parts of speech caught up in sheets and blankets, long strips of fabric…

The Change: On the Stage

I am extremely excited to announce that my short play The Change has been chosen as part of a Shorts…

Poetry Book Awards: Longlisted

At the beginning of the year, I sent off my book, The Maggot on Maple Street, for the Poetry Book…

Talk, Talk, Talk: Deconstructing the Criticism of Self-Promotion

Over the last few months, there have been many tweets from various writers who seem dismayed by having to promote…

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Do our likes and dislikes shape us into the people we believe we are, or are we shells of a…

Mother Cauldron

I was formed from the yolkof society, and that’s wherethe trouble began. Mother grew my bones and guts in her…

In My Influencer Era…

I have been unhappy with my Instagram for a while now, and I follow quite a few book bloggers on…