Sometimes I go places.
And when I’m in those places, I’d love to get to know you. I attend festivals, book signings, and plan on adding other various and sundry events to my schedule in 2026, so check back regularly to see if something has been added locally to you.
If you’re looking for guest poets or authors for your own event, or you think I’d be a good fit for something you heard about, just reach out and let me know.
October 2-3: Essex Art Walk
October 2 and 36:00-10:00 2511 Essex PlaceCincinnati, OH 45206 more information
October 24: Louisville Book Festival
Kentucky International Convention Center October 24 10:00-5:00 more information
April 18: Poetry Reading and Open Mic at Blue Dog Books
April 18, 2026 2:00-4:00 2:30-3:00 Poetry reading followed by open mic 245 South Main Street, Springboro, OH 45066 more information
April 25: Independent Bookstore Day Book Block Party at Roebling Bookstore in Newport, KY and Indie Bookstore Day at Blue Dog Bookstore
April 25, 2026Roebling Bookstore – Newport KY10:00-12:00meeting readers, selling and signing books Blue Dog Books – Springboro, OH2:00-5:00meeting readers and playing bookseller for the dayHow cool is that. roebling more information blue dog more information
maiden, mother, crone
released 2022
Maiden, Mother, Crone is a glimpse into the mind of a woman as she contends with her life’s experiences. The book is divided into 3 sections each one a stage of womanhood. Each poem an experience as she moves through these 3 stages of womanhood. Maiden is a young woman trying to find herself, find someone to love, begin to heal herself, understand where she fits in the world. Mother is a blend of motherhood and divorce – they went hand in hand. Crone is the later years in life. Looking back from where she has been and forward to what is left. Throughout she is trying to find peace and acceptance with herself and her world. Somewhere you may recognize pieces of your story too.
poems
I am okay if I am alone
In my imagination as I got older There would be laughter there A full cabin with children scampering Sleeping on screened in porches Listening to the whippoorwills Calling to the owls Then I stopped and I looked at my imagination And I thought about the long drive…
I am just passing through
I read the words like I am ravenous for them I swallow them whole never pausing to chew on them in my mind I gulp them like I have a thirst I can’t quench Thousands of them I am addicted to each and every one and the places that they will take me The people they will…
She is loved and part of all that is
The falling snow lay heavy and wet on the hemlock and pine weighing the limbs pushing them toward the earth. The snow whispers to them, this is how she feels when she is sad and depressed rooted unable to move Trapped like she is held by something she can’t see…