Freelance and creative writing

Freelance writing

I have written for the following online magazines and websites:

Poetry

I have had poems published in several editions of The Iowa Poetry Association’s Lyrical Iowa and in Aiofe’s Kiss magazine. A sampling is below.

The following poem was originally published in the 2016 edition of Lyrical Iowa. This version has been updated and edited post-publication. 

Night

I shed the midnight black
too-tall heels
I donned to reach model status,
remove the glittering
sequin dress
that envelopes my figure,
tight like a glove.

Unwillingly, I’ll collapse into bed,
so tired, my bones ache;
I let the night grow
too long, and now sleep
is elusive. I’ll lay, waiting
until dawn starts to rise
(the birds announce its arrival).

I pull my fleecy comforter
closer, thinking
that we are all already
turning to dust.
Impatient, I linger
until sleep settles in
like a promise.

The following poem was originally published in the 2014 edition of Lyrical Iowa. This version has been updated and edited post-publication. 

Awakening

Waking, we find that
in this world filled with
confusion, destruction
and melancholy,
we’re all a little lost
in the sea of people
trying to find themselves,
hoping that we might
find someone else
in the process
beneath the burning words
that largely remain unspoken.

And our bodies may remain
a little worn,
and our hearts sometimes remain
a little torn,
but we’re determined
not to leave
a single stone unturned
until we find what we’re
so desperately searching for:
that place where we might
unearth the way in which things
that so easily fall apart
could fit together
beautifully.

The following poem originally appeared in the December 2011 edition of Aoife’s Kiss magazine. 

Flying

The world below me is hibernating,
immune to its surroundings.
Slowly, it stirs and starts to awaken,
returning from dream-world travels
while the sun begins
to yawn and stretch across
the glittering, snow covered horizon.

Miles below,
where twinkling lights
illuminate the darkness
left over from last night,
a worn out father
admires the rhythmic breathing
of his sleeping daughter,
waiting to break her silent slumber.

School, work, and all
the mundane tasks of life
can wait,
if only for a few more moments
in the silent stillness
of her untainted innocence.