A short poem reflecting on some small intimate details of a big city, some may be gross, some may be candid, but they make a city an interesting place.
Revel in the Rot [a poem]
I love old books and have quite a few. This poem is inspired by my love for collecting antique books and admiring their unique qualities.
Skeleton Bleached Clean [a poem]
I was thinking about desolate spaces today and was inspired to write a poem about a desert and its grim contents including a skeleton.
A City Breathing [a poem]
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a poem and it seemed about the perfect time to start it up again. This poem is about a city.
A Writer in San Francisco: A New City, A New Life
It’s been a wild month. After a whirlwind of trips and apartment searching, I’ve moved to San Francisco. Now, I’m getting back to my writing.