The Palouse Review has published two of my poems: "Prometheus" and "Pancakes for Dinner." You can read them online here. "Prometheus" is a poem I wrote several years ago. It has become more relevant to me with the passage of time. "Pancakes for Dinner" is just for fun. In case you missed it, my book of... Continue Reading →
If you look into the sky and not at it, you can see the stars strung out in space like so many Christmas ornaments bobbing and sputtering in a sea of infinite being, some high, some low, some far, some close— all of them hoping and praying you will notice them and believe them when... Continue Reading →
It was clear when the pumpkin started to melt, and the soft grass turned hard and silver, that the season was upon us. —M.M. Want more? My new book, Tell Me When I'm Younger is out on Amazon. Find more information here.
Tell Me When I'm Younger is out today! I'm excited to share this collection of clever kid's poems with you. The book features illustrations by Cameron Royce. Click here get it on Amazon. Black Friday Deal: Get a FREE copy of Tell Me When I'm Younger by sending an email with "Black Friday" in the subject line... Continue Reading →
Remember: buried treasure is not hard to find, but is hard to notice. —M.M. Watercolor Credit: "Winter Sunrise" by Laura Tasheiko
What do you do with a yes? Do you go around boasting success? Are you overly loud? Do you feel large and proud? Do others around get depressed? Do you tack up your Yes on the wall? Do you think that it makes you look tall? Do you think it’s your fate That it went... Continue Reading →
How do you take a mistake? Does your face flush or pale? Do you shake? Do you blame the salt and claim it’s his fault that you never learned to bake cake? Do you think you’re a fluke or a fake? Does the future look dim or opaque? Though it’s not quite a nope,... Continue Reading →
What do you do with a Nope? What do you do with a nope? Do you give up and say there’s no hope? Do you laugh? Do you cry? Do you keep asking why? Do you sit around listless and mope? Do you face it with strength in your eye? Do you take... Continue Reading →
Irreantum He stood upon the shore, he watched the rolling grey, and he called it Irreantum, Irreantum Irreae. It lapped in swaths, in currents. It peppered cold with spray, Thralling him and calling, Irreantum Irreae. Far off, the cold horizon surrendered first her ray, while all the time re-echoed Irreantum Irreae. ... Continue Reading →
