Burnout is not what you think it is. You cannot self-care, bubble bath, or 9-hole your way out of burnout. I came across a great article from my colleagues at Glowe Collective, authored by Ariana Jahja, at just the right time in my journey. I’m sharing this article because while…

My poem wears a warm cloak of anonymity. It has green eyes and red hair. It eats like an omnivore evolved from the T-Rex and the Brontosaurus. It dreams about children and schedules and love and violence. It drives a modest car. It lives in 1000 square feet where there…

I was mortified when, in a review of my Friday writing, I found that I misspelled the word waved/waived in the title of a poem on red flags in relationships. Did I misspell it? Or was it a subconscious Freudian slip? In the poem's body, I spelled…