Poetry
— A child observes how her cat's contented tiredness differs from human exhaustion and imagines a world where we could all be tired in that peaceful, satisfied way.
— After humanity reaches for the stars and drowns in riches, survivors emerge from bunkers to find a transformed world with golden moons and purple grass.
— Letters crash like storm waves and words dive like birds in this visceral metaphor for the experience of dyslexia.
— My soul is a unicycle Either going too fast or Too slow Sometimes just right Gravity always wins It falls like a raindrop from the clouds
— Creation, soul, mortal, Days, growth, heart— Life is something you can’t restart.
— A note from Tayleigh Happy First-Day-of-Spring-Session-Writing-Workshops! Our first Writing Workshop of the spring session—William Rubel’s—begins this morning at 9 AM Pacific, to be followed by Conner Bassett’s at 11 AM Pacific. Today is...
— Furry and wise but bold with pride smart as a fox slick as a fox no fright in sight goes out at night comes home with a snack possibly a...
— A child's vision of a starlit doorway where wonder transforms darkness into clarity, eyes become windows to the soul, and grass appears dreamlike.
— A stream-of-consciousness meditation on the pencil as both physical object and metaphor for writing's power to transform sadness into expression.
— A nature poem moves through seasons and small dramas — a cat-mouse chase, beavers splashing, a robin's descent — to reveal nature's hidden language.