I have been writing poetry for as long as I can remember, but the latter two years of high school is when I began to realize what an important part of my life it is. My poems are very personal: sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and usually a mix of all three. As a human being and a scholar, I often use poetry as a way to come to grips with things like “history,” memory, time, and space. Feel free to let me know what you think; feedback in valuable to me, and, good or bad, it’s nice to know that something I’ve written has affected someone.
in crosswoods, march eleventh, six o’clock
some people think itis the doom of a generation— this speck on the face of a speck. some people say ...
april, wherever we are
you become so aware of the treesthe flowers change daily hourly minute by minute evenand the woods have their own ...
at montecasino
if all it took to make Johannesburg a normal city was a teenager in an ill-fitting jacket wanding everyone—my God, ...
matthew 25:14
the bonds are all we have in the end, prone to forget how empty is emptiness, how silent is silence ...
the curse of great beauty [for eef]
there should be an instagram for unpleasant things: ranch stuck in beards and bikinis from poor angles, blurry pictures of ...
NEW POEM: dimondale friday afternoon (et intravit israel), in a New Journal!
Hey all! I have a new poem out, but it's not here! It's been published in a journal of poetry ...
sirach 43:8
i having walked sixteen miles into the grey abyss of november across sycamore creek bottomlands, then turning wrong and finding ...
dimondale highway
i i don’t know what it is about dimondale that makes me feel so far away; i don’t know if ...
twenty-nine verses for chipia
i now that i’m here, what is there really to say? i can hardly presume to write about a place ...
wisdom 7:12
i it costs so much to understand just a little of this world, some part you slipped a paper under ...
