New memories for dark fields
Our family arrives in the field after dark. Though it isn’t really dark—a streetlight illuminates the alley, the sun hasn’t…
Category: Poetry
Letter to an old friend (who might contain my younger self)
Dearheart, you’re not the person I walked with. It isn’t you in this blurred polaroid. Remember: I learned your lips…
You do not need to explain your absences
Sometimes I don’t know where I am. I don’t know how to describe what I’m doing, the company I’m in.…
Not all odes are love poems
It’s too simple to say you are a candy I’ve never tasted. You ask me to go to the circus…
Love Notes in the Margins
I invite you into my words. My words aren’t me, your words aren’t you, but this is the only type…