I’ve been awfully bad about blogging lately, but that’s not because I haven’t been writing or publishing or reading or anything wretched like that. I’ve just been busy. Pathetic excuse but there you have it, the excuse every adult rolls out for letting shit slide. Sorry dear readers, I’ll try to be better.

I’m still splitting my time between DC and Hawaii. Lots of flying back and forth, lots of long days, but also days filled with green mountains and warm beaches. Hawaii has been pushing into my poetry lately, in the last month I’ve poems with the following titles: Ocean, Tide, Shipwreck, Moon/Ocean/Lover, and Afloat — and those are just the ones I feel are good enough to edit and workshop, my poetry journal is filled with scribbled ocean-themed poems that didn’t the cut. It’s strange how a place can influence you, how you can fall in love a little at a time without realizing it.

Hello Hawaii, you gorgeous thing.


A while back I was interviewed by Kyle Flak for his column, Poets Not Talking Poetry, published by Maudlin House. Go ahead and read the wonderful weirdness that is this column. I also had a poem published by Milk + Beans. Head on over there to read my poem, Coming Home.

I’ll be finishing up my Hawaii project next month but will be back again in January, and then again next year for another project. I’m going to miss this place, but I’ll be back. Until then I expect my poems to be filled with salt water and sand and sunshine.  I’ll be sure to share them with you soon.