I am a poet and essayist living in Colorado. Currently, I teach poetry and creative nonfiction for the Regis University’s Mile-Hi MFA program. I have published six books; my last book, Slow Arrow: Unearthing the Frail Children, a collection of braided essays published by Saddle Road Press , was awarded the Bronze Medal in Essay by the 2020 Independent Publisher Book Awards. You can read about my publications and such here.
This past year, my poetry was exhibited at the Arvada Center in collaboration with the artist Trine Bumiller for the Pink Progressions: Collaboration, which celebrated the 100th anniversary of the passage of the 19th Amendment, guaranteeing and protecting women’s right to vote.
I divide my time between Denver and a cabin at 9600 ft. along Phantom Canyon Road near Victor and Cripple Creek goldmines. The solitude of the year and its tragedies drew me to the solitude of poetry and the birds that gathered at my bird feeders. Some of these poems and photos can be found online: To the Three Ducks Flying Beneath the Dog Star, Waking After Eighteen Hundred Dead, To The Swallow This Spring at the State Park’s Nest Box. Other poems and photos will appear in The Raw Earth Ink poetry and art collection, Creation and the Cosmo: A Poetic Anthology Inspired by Nature, due out winter 2021. (I just found out that a chapbook of these poems, Flying Beneath the Dog Star, was a semi-finalist in the Finishing Line Press open chapbook contest. Over 400 women poets submitted chapbooks to the contest. Flying Beneath the Dog Star will be published with 13 other winners, honorable mentions and semi-finalists. You can find a link to the contest announcement in the News link below. )
I periodically blog and I have started sharing my bird photographs online. We have two wild life cameras on our land, in special gullies that animals seems to feel protected in. From those cameras, I have seen bobcat and mountain lion, bear and elk and other creatures I never knew lived in our small plot of land.
I often think myself blessed, and undeserving of it, because I can go to sleep at my cabin listening to the wind in the aspen and then wake to such a din of coyotes that it sends me to the window to where I can watch the last sliver of moon set behind mountains called Grouse and Nipple, that early morning sky still spinning with stars. Scientists estimate that 90% of Europeans and Americans don’t know the natural night sky, so I am grateful to hear a coyote crescendo at any time of the night or to see the far snow of a mountain peak burn at dawn or gaze again and again at the haze of that Silver River/Way of Birds/Sea of Milk that we call the Milky Way.
I hope in my own small way through my writing and photography to keep the flame lit for this beautiful still wild world that needs our respect, our love, our help. All our friends deserve this.
Slow Arrow News
Slow Arrow: Unearthing the Frail Children wins the 2020 Independent Publishers Book Award Bronze Medal in Creative Nonfiction/ Essay.
Essay Published on Essay Daily
On the Intimacies of Revision:
New Chapbook to be published by Finishing Line Press
My chapbook, Flying Beneath the Dog Star, will be published by Finishing Line Press as part of its open chapbook contest.