poem | Salt Water Plums

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

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 …

“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 …

(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.) Another mundane day, you may …

(*This is the first in a series of poems I am working on about quantum physics.) When we break …

*Link to performance: https://bit.ly/2KtTZZ1 (poem starts at 3:02) The octopus is arguably the coolest organism. And when I say arguably, I …

I have fallen in love with softness (have I done the right thing?) With the pull of the evening’s low …

She drives her Prius backwards. That way, she can live in the wrong half of her timeline Forever, In the …