A short ode to last week’s full moon that shined so brightly. Always on those nights I’m reminded of how people have looked up at it for thousands of years, awed, just like I was …
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New poem, “Moonspell”
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New poem, “Last Call”
A short poem to ring out the night, I’m pretty sure it speaks for itself. Wishing everyone a safe, healthy, and much happier 2021!
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New poem, “Nor’easter”
A short poem about the strange and new experience I’m having, of (for the first time in over twenty years) looking forward to the quiet comfort of winter. With all the stress and weirdness of …
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The birthday gift
I've learned through the loss of many beloved pets over the years never to take them for granted...
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Poetry prints in the works
Each poetry print will be unique then, and totally handmade.
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New poem, “Onion Skin”
A short poem about why I’m pretty terrible at poker, or anything else where I have to hide what I’m thinking and feeling most of the time. It’s difficult and painful to feel so easily …
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New poem, “Safe”
This is about something I think everyone wants to feel or have (especially these days), and the small ways in which I so often identify with my fellow living creatures.
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New poem, “Lightkeeper”
This is a poem for one of my dearest friends, who believes that the role and responsibility for some of in this world is simply to be a quiet ray of light and hope for …
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New poem, “Mother’s Tongue”
“Mother’s Tongue” – with some help, I’ve been coming to understand how such a big part of my own story is the result of trying to retell one of the most difficult ones I witnessed …
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At a crossroads: Where do I go from here?
Nursing was always supposed to be plan B. But since I became an RN fourteen years ago, it’s always been plan A. You can’t work as a nurse and not have so much of your life become about that.
Jacqlyn Thorne 