I am here, now | a poem

I dreamed myself into your city. // I woke up in the house you own, woke up in…

fe·lic·i·ty (noun) | a poem

consider the pull-to-refresh gesture ubiquitous in mobile and tablet…

i am who i am | a poem

or, what I wish I had known how to say when you told me, at age ten, that I…

The Art of Crying in Public: Exhibit A, Weekend Trip to Philadelphia

Another way of saying I still think of you | a poem

I’ve been conducting a study of brokenness in the…

Psalm on the streets of Prenzlauer Berg | a poem

To be with you is to walk alone on quiet city streets…

Psalm for winter in San Francisco | a poem

In the garden you gave me, I planted a tree and see how…

instructions for the zombie apocalypse | a poem

when the zombie apocalypse comes, i hope my body dies…

Concerning the Window | a poem

I confess: I have broken the window, the one in the kitchen.

Small Mercies | a poem

What might have been the fury of moths is merely loss to age and worry —
which…