First, I hope you are enjoying all of this beautiful spring sunshine. That’s a pic of me doing just that in Austin, TX (in March, not May) but you get the jist.

Exciting news! Did you catch my poem up on Bentlily? The Bentlily site is focused on “the art of noticing your life” because creator Samantha Reynolds wanted to be present in a bigger, deeper way: “I pledged to write one poem a day. Not to rack up reams of poetry — that was just a lovely side effect. No, the real goal was to train me to see the world constantly with the eyes of a poet, which means to slow down, savour, take delight in, and note the very essence of the world around me.”

Cool, right?

Samantha also happens to have written one of my top five favorite poems of all time. This poem also happens to have made an impression on one of my close friends getting married this summer…the kind of impression where she remembered it from my blog and asked that it be included in her wedding celebrations. That’s pretty awesome.

Love is not fragile

by Samantha Reynolds

Who taught you
to be sparing
with your love

as though your heart was a bank
as though love could dry up


it is as if the ocean complained
it was too

love is not fragile
it is as common as breath

it is play money
it is a race
to give more

go first
say it with impunity

you think you will ache
with vulnerability
but the strangest thing will happen

you will nearly drown
with peace.

And now a little about my “Over You” poem…

First, it’s about a boy. I wrote it to help me get over someone…a long time ago.

I painstakingly poured my heart into this poem during my senior year at Boston College.  I wrote it because I was super motivated to have a piece published in the Boston College literary magazine and because my heart was broken. In terms of the former, the piece was not selected for the magazine and I basically gave up on it. I never once read it out loud, continued to work on it, or acted as if I was at all proud of it. It did help me work out some stuff from a break up, and that is a big gift in and of itself.

What I realized a few weeks ago as I was reviewing the dozens and dozens of poems I have written and saved over the years is that I allowed that one experience at Boston College to dictate the way I think about myself as both a poet and a writer. I let it stop me in my tracks, and I decided I didn’t have talent. My friend Riley’s excitement about that poem on Bentlily reminded me just how passionate I am about the kind of poem that sticks with you, that you can’t quite shake.

So I’ll keep writing. Here and in poems. Thanks for reading!