Dear Reader, Writing has always been my way of saying, I was here. This mattered. When life fractures us, language becomes a bridge between what we feel and what we can survive. Poetry, especially, allows room for truth without explanation—it lets us speak without apology. Lately, I’ve found myself leaning into that more than ever. I am metabolizing grief and transmuting it into art—poems, songs, fragments of feeling that don’t always make sense until they land on the page.

Hello dear reader! We are experiencing a second summer in the Midwest right now. Soon we will be fully immersed in all things pumpkin, sweaters, and hot drinks! I took a trip to Colorado and had a great time at Red Rocks Park & Amphitheater seeing Brandi Carlile opener, Lucius. A few years ago I was there was for a Sarah McLachlan with the Colorado Symphony Orchestra concert and it was one of the best concerts. We went two out of the three nights Brandi was there and it

It’s been quite a year, hasn’t it? Another year in a pandemic. Naïvely, I didn’t think I’d see this in my lifetime. But I tend to be more...