Recently graduated journalist and writer. Likes tennis and other sports. Plays music from time to time. Wants a dog and/or cat.
(written as my final essay from my Creative Nonfiction Writing class at Towson)
(written as an epiphany poem for my Writing Poetry class at Towson)
Two months of heat to end the summer
crashing cymbals together for the first time.
(written as an imitation of Natalie Diaz for my Writing Poetry class at Towson)
Routines and My Friend
One missed call. I listen to the voicemail — my friend’s on the brink of suicide again.
(written as a formal poem of choice for my Writing Poetry class at Towson)
I’ve coughed up blood again, when will I die?
This life I’ve lived is good enough for me,