The Clock is All Wrong
Fixed in time
Fixed in time
The things we pick up are the things we carry
Plucking Light from Darkness
A snippet poem of imaginary Postcards
Letting go of the thread
Everywhere I look green, is blazing from red, to brown Color spun, full circle now, cascading down The summer rays melt, running with feet, never touching th...
Are we still trying to convince each other? Is it cynical to describe what’s there? Do we need to be condemned to life, behind a podium? Fielding questions f...
A question directed at no one, and everyone, in the Hotel Lobby Bar
Why does it feel like we’re still trying to convince each other?
The electric tire smoke of Perceived Inconvenience
Trying on a Stationary Perspective for Long-Term Views
(don’t be surprised)
Shapes of Asking
A fragile trade
Revisiting childhood memories for safety
The Origin Story of a Real Business
softening, as you speak
Examining our Hypervigilant State
Play/Life Balance
My one and only full-body epiphany
At first, the venom seemed so soothing
Plucking away from pale waters
Looking up to our reflections
On year-round Privilege
Unlearning with a cup of tea
Discovering the Shrug Key
Reconciling fractured reality and proximity. A mundane abduction story.
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What if AI understood irony or had a headache?
```poetry She said only come to me if you’re in good faith
The Pullback
Picking up trash and other infinite games
Picking Sides in the Mirror
```poetry It’s just a thread I pull on now and then
```poetry What is this? What exactly do you think you’re doing here?
It never ends, does it?
taking it lighter (or a little farther)
Flowers in the retirement home window
Letting old lessons pass you by (when you meet them in the coffee shop)
typos and other timeline hoppenings
Slicing through apathy at the train station
Map-terrain relationships and our reliance on exacting digital models
Doubt, and other ways to convey what we know authentically
A hypothetical poem about banning FlikPop
A poem about the interview process, and other silly games we play with the world
How stuck victim wounds show up seeking validation on social media
A cathartic poem about being laid off, with a call to change
Notions of Responsibility in The Universal Cat Distribution System
A Shaman once told me they saw an Angel of Light; I believe them
If you’ve heard of “couch/bed rot” and like Shel Silverstein, this may be for you
A writing prompt: you can’t sleep, replaying that one conversation rising above the others in a cafe, impossible to ignore
A new series about the messy parts of writing, and how a poem unfolds
A hike in the Sintra clouds
When we order we do, have, and take subito, allora finger slide double tap and wait think I’ll have the salmon She’ll take the steak ok, Io vorrei no give in...
Connection in a brittle world
A Champagne Story