creative writing

jess ingrassellino, summer 2019 They hadn’t asked to be there, those sharp stones at the bottom of Beachy Head. But…

jess ingrassellino, june 2019 I read Spouts (1921), an earlier poem by William Carlos Williams. I enjoy his first person,…

Back in 2015, I had my final inpatient mental hospitalization. That May, I’d experienced the first break-up of my second…

This poem is after a close reading of the poem The Storm (Bear), by Mary Oliver. I focused intentionally on…