Poetry

*performed at Stanford Spoken Word Collective’s 2021 Fall Show On a cereal box shaking Sunday morning, can’t shake the feeling that …

Lunchtime, a distant chime.Number 5 when sorted by height.I had no passport. Porco Rosso saidHe’d rather be a pig than …

Once I was an empress Once I was a bear eating garlic in the dark Once I was a cotton …

Performed at Stanford University, December 2019. Mercury is in retrograde this month. I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, …

Home is no innocent pastime. A snuff-stuffed brain chokes on its own swollen gums: nothing about this is healthy except …

Smart people once decided the ways we measure things here are just not relevant once you get far enough from …

limbs go pale, & face flushes so hollow he takes one look and asks if I’d been crying no, I …

There is an anthem here. Sung in the circular patterns of parties, part praise part performance, parked illegally to the …

Eyes meet as obliquely as fish brush water. Over the perfect lightness of expensive brunch, words are exchanged. Emotions are …

For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too. —Virginia Woolf I had grown used to …

“don’t you know, I’m burning up inside!” says the man in the video and the video soon slips my mind …

Ginkgo leaves seem adequate; they nibble at your toes in the autumn, next to those stinky pellets I used to …

I’m learning that the sun doesn’t rise. It doesn’t really care. We just happen to be in its light sometimes; …

It seemed a more definite way out. The clarity of disaster is more satisfying Than rambling goodness, and all that …

The following is a series of 21 short poems that I wrote for Inktober, writing according to the daily prompt …

When the faintly sighing autumn skies Lament the steady flight of time I tilt my head upwards in a sunken …

Behind the left ear Swallowed in the hollow of your foot Now hiding on the inside of your wrist, your …

There is a notebook that is my World and also just a notebook. The page Collapses when I turn …

(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.) It is difficult to imagine …

(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.) Ancient men invented stories to …