Performed at Poets/Speak 2026 at the Bangor Public Library Before the rise of civilizations There was no “in” the forest There was only the forest Like there was only the plains Or the mountains or the grasslands You either stood in a bosque of antiquity with the pines and the chestnuts as your council Or watched an endless, crossless, uncrossable sea lap at your feet,  because boats weren’t invented until at least 50,000 years ago And before that, you could not even fathom y

It's about time I revamped my old online portfolio. Since I last touched my website, I had life turn upside down on me. A year and a half into getting my digital-nomad legs under me, life delivered me a nice roundhouse kick of a reminder that it is not always going to go my way. In 2022 my boyfriend of 4 years cheated on me with a close friend I made while we were working and living in employee housing at a remote lodge in Alaska for the summer. It was a week before my birthd

Photo provided by Wix Originally published in the March 2025 Plethodon Log When the cold February wind hits me in the face at 12mph, I...

First Place Winner of the 2018 UMaine Poetry Slam I can’t promise that this poem is going to be any good.  Odds are, it won’t be the one...

First Place Winner of the 2018 UMaine Poetry Slam It’s become more apparent recently that all my molecules have turned to that of wool....

Photo by Nola Prevost Poem published in Spire: The Maine Journal of Conservation and Sustainability, Issue 8 We, the impossible seeds of life, We Sing tales of days past As if it is not the present We are hoping to serenade. And We, the stewards of the land, We Sail over great bodies As if it is not our own brethren In the shadow of the hull. And We, the veins of the planet, We Make light of our feats As if we are not someone else's future, As if our ancestors are not proud.