Post-graduate Recognition |
The Tarantula Cleans HerselfPreviously published online in Moonsick Magazine, 2015.
She does this in the open. Legs splayed, wild and wiry, a forearm bends into the bodice. Pincers prune and polish the bristled hairs, purging every last spot of dust. Eight stages cleanse each of her hairpin fingers pulsating like keys played on the piano. Inside herself. |
Song of the Sand
Now I bring you to the world Follow this link to read the rest of, "Song of the Sand," as published and recorded for the 12th issue of Subprimal Poetry Art/Music.
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Post-graduate internship and blog writing
From June 2015-August 2015 I interned at a sustainable agriculture farm in southern Arizona called SouthWinds Farm. While there, I also submitted three blog entries to the farm's blog. Below are a few excerpts from each of my three blog entries. You can read, "New Interns Take Root," "To Harvest Green Beans," and "The Heartiness of Handwork," and learn more about SouthWinds Farm by following the link here.
As new interns, Kristen and I had been transplanted from our own blocks in which we had heretofore grown our roots. Here, we had been placed in new soil—a larger bed—where, if we were to take advantage of it, our roots would grow well beyond the blocks, allowing us to remain more strongly rooted in our identities, expanding our access to fuller nutrients along the way. Here, with food picked fresh daily, it is easier for us to follow the diet we desire—simple, fresh, wholesome ingredients. Excerpt from, "New Interns Take Root," July 3, 2015.
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To harvest beans is a lesson in choosing wisely. Like broccoli, when left on the stalk too long, the beans will turn to buds, and the plant will consider this a top priority, concentrating all its energy and nutrition into the cultivation of this future plant. Yet, plucking too early means cutting down the bounty of the next harvest. And so, it’s a lesson in balance, as well.
Excerpt from, "To Harvest Green Beans," July 11, 2015.
A mural in Tucson, Arizona.
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Handwork is healing. The same way the roots, like a plant’s fingers, digging in and clinging onto its hold in the ground, are left behind to massage the next set of roots, we too intend for our efforts to make more nutritious ingredients available to more people, and that our sustainable methods will leave behind a legacy that revitalizes the ground’s fertility. Excerpt from, "The Heartiness of Handwork," August 12, 2015.
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SouthWinds Farm in Benson, Arizona
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Undergraduate DevelopmentThe following are excerpts from creative works produced during my time at Loras College. More of these excerpts can be found in reflective essays that contexualize my development as a creative writer in a liberal arts atmosphere. Click here to be redirected to the page containing these reflective essays.
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Late Career
A swindling stupa You can find, "Snail Shell on the Bay," in its entirety included in the 2015 publication of aaduna, an online literary magazine, by clicking here.
Follow the same link above to read the entire poem, "Come around again." also published in aaduna's 2015 publication, excerpted below. The lilacs slip into their whitewashed gowns tinged grey |
Early Career
Sunday Sunny Drum Circle 10/21/2012
Dhyana, prana--hush.
The song begins at silence,
Breaks through the cracks with a
Snap of the baton. The crash
Splashes the foliage and trees
Rage like kings at war.
Barefoot in the bungalow,
We pound our two-headed
Snakes...
From the poem, "Sunday Sunny Drum Circle 10/21/2012"
Written for "Poetry Writing," Fall 2012
To see a portion of this excerpt embedded in an essay, click here.
Dhyana, prana--hush.
The song begins at silence,
Breaks through the cracks with a
Snap of the baton. The crash
Splashes the foliage and trees
Rage like kings at war.
Barefoot in the bungalow,
We pound our two-headed
Snakes...
From the poem, "Sunday Sunny Drum Circle 10/21/2012"
Written for "Poetry Writing," Fall 2012
To see a portion of this excerpt embedded in an essay, click here.