Poetry

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…

I am here, now | a poem

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

Psalm for winter in San Francisco | a poem

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

Psalm on the streets of Prenzlauer Berg | a poem

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

Small Mercies | a poem

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

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

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

Psalm in Rittenhouse Square | a poem

Rows of tulips enrobed in red velvet stand captivated, having…

Pilgrim, Question | a poem

I went to a place loved by you on pilgrimage to absorb that quality for…

tilting spinning house | a found poem

It takes only the slightest breeze to set us in motion. we begin…

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