
Retrograde
Performed at Stanford University, December 2019. Mercury is in retrograde this month. I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, …
Performed at Stanford University, December 2019. Mercury is in retrograde this month. I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, …
A single microphone in a dimmed room, a quiet buzz in the air. Not much of a spotlight. I step …
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 …
(*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 …
*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 …
In Korea, they call overweight girls unscratched lottery tickets. Because who knows— They might turn out pretty. Apparently, flesh …
So you felt like kissing yourself in the bathroom mirror, all tongue and all slipperiness and chemicals, all cold-tasting and …
Blue whales float in the sky In blithe heaviness. They have beached themselves among the clouds Peacefully, Like an enlightenment, …
I know your father’s size, And his closet won’t fit you. Your necks are too different, Oliver. The sleeves …
The air in my room Hangs a static curtain Over hours spent nibbling and chipping. At nighttime it sinks, …
*Inspired by a painting of the same title by Georgia O’Keeffe We were born undeserving But more, unforeseeing This …
A pigeon, Feathers matted And beak burrowing into nothingness, Shallow breath laboring to sustain the dead-weight body. Already giving up. …
My eyes wandered to a Jellyfish And I threw a fit- Please, Let me back on the boat Phantom …