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Five poems out now in Lothlorien Poetry Journal

When a venue publishes a group of your poems, they become a mini-collection–the poems perhaps read differently as a group than they might if they stood alone. The “endless quest for light” in the hollow inside follows themes of light and color to emerge as lightning in a storm for Gargoyle of Notre Dame.

But each has its own origin story. For example, Bleeding Heart was a dream; I woke with the words “since I became Empire” in my head. When I found a dead beetle on my car’s dashboard–brilliant and green–I left it there for weeks until that act of collection or homage became Keeper of the Scarab.

These are narratives of finding beauty in destruction–or perhaps, as in The Tropes, coming out of destruction to reimagine your path, to recover your power on your own terms. Again. And again. And again.

A bleeding heart from the garden in spring.