Pregnant grappling, several years’ pause, and a return to reflect.

Following my thoughts as I notice the leaves.

This year’s NaPoWriMo wrung just a few poems out of me.

An updated-almost-daily log of the poems I’ve written for NaPoWriMo, April 2022.

That muse is always showing up at the most inopportune moments.

Motherhood is inescapably my entire life now.

Finding hope in the middle of a pregnant gloom.

A day of quiet, mail, and Italian-food-colored stains.