I wrote this poem entirely on trains.
Chaparral Fragments
I suppose it’s not a bad thing to surprise yourself now and then.
“The Scale of the Human Enterprise”
I was walking up a field this morning, a few miles from home. I’m not sure whose field it is, actually; it must be private...
Love Song for a River Bank
If your heart was a place, where would it be? Here's mine.
Unsafety & Real Talk
Some awkward vulnerability here, tbh.
Tara K. Shepersky 