Creative Work

Here’s a sample poem from Work is Love Made Visible

January 2011: Read a recent poetry publication in the great new online journal, Blast Furnace.

Click on the title below to read “my great great grandmother writes the perfect poem” as published in LABOR: Studies in Working Class History of the Americas.

“my great great grandmother writes the perfect poem”

Click on the poem titles below to view “poem cards” from my most recent book,

Work Is Love Made Visible.

“remnants”

“work is love made visible”

“ashes and dust”

Click on the title below to read a creative non-fiction piece published in Crosstimbers.

(The link will take you to a virtual-journal reproduction hosted by Issuu.)

“This Oklahoma We Call Home”

Click on the cover image below to read my award-winning (but out-of-print) chapbook,

Tongue Tied Woman. (The link will take you to the virtual book hosted by Issuu.)

Click on the title-links below to read poetry that has been published on the Internet.

“mapping desire”

“museum pieces”

“decision”

Click on the link below for more information on my creative work:

Publications, Performances, Interviews & Reviews

Artist’s Teaching Statement

Creative Emphasis Curriculum Vitae

Click HERE to read what people are saying about
Work Is Love Made Visible

Click HERE to read the description of
Work Is Love Made Visible from the
University of New Mexico Press Spring 2009 Catalogue.

after working tomato plants with my mother

my mother has planted tomatoes in her flower garden and they have run amok, their viney arms smothering the petunias and snapping the lithe waist of the daylily. it is an odd compunction, this familial urge to plant tomatoes even in the smallest block tiled patio; I have felt the urge myself and wondered what kind of tomatoes would bear their juicy red fruits at 10,000 feet in the rocky mountains, maybe staked in a terra cotta pot intended for ivy or some other more civilized, less elemental growth. we untangle thumb thick vines and prune away dead stems and lengths that do not bear even one tiny yellow blossom. tomato plant smell is everywhere, its bitter odor and our laughter floating on a small hot wind that has arisen from somewhere in a hollow on the great plains.