Lot’s Wife (revised)

in the winter

i salt my earth of you—

grow pale, bloated, slug-shriveled

then tall, still, frosted.

when i look back

we freeze

some untold distance apart

two pillars sucking water from the air

and expelling it in clammy droplets.

the dampness turns the desert floor

to quicksand underfoot.

first publication!!!

so excited to be published and to have received an award from the Academy of American Poets!! see my poem here: https://poets.org/2022-university-mary-washington

mesostic “ALIZA”

the mesostic is a form created by John Cage very similar to an acrostic poem, but the letters spell out a word down the middle. here is a quick mesostic of my name!

i have Always

cLung to softness.

stuffed anImals are offered

but i gaZe at a

ball of Alpaca yarn instead.