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I'm 34 years old. I grew up in Greenbelt, Maryland. I graduated summa cum laude from the University of Maryland with a B.A. in English in 1997, and received an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Emerson College, with a 4.0 GPA, in 1999.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 4 of 693
SUSTENANCEPearl Levine 1916-1987Every winter morning you stepped out on the lawnand spread seeds and crumbs for mourning dovespuffing their plumage against the coldand starlings foraging, scrapingfeet and bills on frost-crusted mud.Then a child appeared: your son's,abandoned in hat and mittensamong the crows hacking their bea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Prisoner of the world: 1 of 133
MYSTICAL SYMPHONYDo you remember the morningwe cruised the brick streets sleek with rainin the heart of our city? As we turned rightinto a certain alley, the windshield wipers sweepingflecks of wet into a fine veneerkept time with the radio's drumbeats.At one note and glide of the wipers,a man in the back of a pick-up truckin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 6 of 614
MEETING YOUI found myself walking down a long, emptycorridor with weak lights and many doorsbut no windows, where the air suckedthe sound of my footsteps from my soles;where figures slipped from the doors and waveredtoward me, but slid away before I could greet themthrough doors whose knobs wouldn't budgewhen I twisted and pu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 6 of 576
TEMPUS MANETTime: a stone wedge's shadowseeping around a stone circleuntil filling it, and exhausting itself.Each day's sunlight waxed and waned,the larger wheel of the seasons turned.We never felt time had passed us by;we'd already passed through the time at hand.*Time: two swinging arms, the shorterdrawn by the larger's rev... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 5 of 321
METEMPSYCHOSISDarkness sags along the still streetand over the porches'protruding brick frames,filling the vessels they formand subduingthe glow of their steady white bulbs.Lampposts stand tall like sentriesof solitude. One lampextinguishes as I pass, spillingan acrid brown glare,but later another lights up as I near,its burn... More..
Arts & Humanities > Writing (Other) The importance of effective communication skills: 1 of 24
STYLE IN PROFESSIONAL WRITING In my previous article I discussed word choice, a major factor in establishing a writer's style-the manner in which a writer uses language. To a great extent style is a personal and individual matter, like the way one parts one's hair. Still, some approaches to using language in writing succeed m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secrets: 7 of 134
THE HIDDEN COURTYARDTwo tall russet brick houses extendback deep from the street: rounded wingshoneycombed with apartments frameflagstone steps and porches in front oflatticed glass front doors; between them,a cement path runs like a balloon's stringto an open space at their rear where glimpsedevergreen shrubs hint a garden. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 19 of 361
THE TOUCHA mist clears and I find a shape nearby,a shape like mine, but lovelier: slim, lithe,a wisp of wood, her limbs spreading through skyin all directions, each round tier of withesa spoked wheel with no rim. Though I wonder whyI've missed her until now, my soul turns blithe;my cells within are eager to expand,and push th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wildlife: 3 of 47
THE BLUE JAYHe doesn't care to endear himself to neighbors.They have to endure his creaky chatteringand raucous "Jaaay jaaay jaaaaay" all day.While they gather twigs and pull up worms, he casuallyfilches food they've stored as if by right-worse, if they've picked a nesting placemore secure or commanding than his,he rousts the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Events that happen in an instant: 2 of 30
A CHANCE ENCOUNTERShe drew my eyes at once because her goldenretriever stretched out prostrate in the aisle,a weary Snuffleupagus ennuion his long face; she held his leather leashand stroked his full coat with her other hand.She occupied an aisle seat, while the seatbeside her, by the window, stayed unfilled.Her dark sienna h... More..