poetry

Four Love Poems

the life & death of an arborist  a nectarine hyperaware of its pit worried that the bites i’ve taken have already been much too big that my jaw is sti...

Wednesdays

How are you today? How’s your self care? Shut the fuck up you fucking bureaucrat Even if you did give a shit I wouldn’t give a shit that you give a shit Don...

!

After two weeks of thinking minimalist, talking minimalist, breathing   minimalist(!) I dream of buying groceries   in a superstore, cart loaded beyond c...

you and i

preferably able to be summed up with some sort of  dramatic metaphor. something like - falling in love with you was like being hit by an ambulance - or somethin...

Cool Kids

Having anxiety isn’t cool like being bipolar, and you don’t get bumper sticker slogans scribbled with advice about life.   You don’t get to wri...

I’m Afraid

it’s 1:05 am on a work night and i’m afraid to write a poem. i’m afraid of finding out the version of me who worries about it being 1:05 am on a work night ...

The Beard

My wife wears a beard made of goat hair. She is only putting the false one on until she can grow a beard herself. When we walk to the twenty-four-seven, she twi...