Heaven on Earth
This poem is an homage to the timeless greats Robert Frost and William Wordsworth. These two poets are a few of the very best, especially when it comes to depictions of nature, and their respective works inspired me to write a piece of my own.
Unmoored but Unafraid
I am lost, but there is a willingness to be found and to be better.
Midnight Colors
This poem is a slight homage to Sylvia Plath's work that also has deep roots in my own family history. As tragedy befalls a young couple, both their minds and their marriage begin to crumble around them, and their lives will never again be the same.
Initially written on December 31, 2018; revised and expanded on July 19, 2025.
Initially written on December 31, 2018; revised and expanded on July 19, 2025.
Please Stand By
A snowstorm, TV static, and mental health collide.
Greener Grasses
When will things be good enough? When can I rest?
Thoughts and Prayers and Virility Supplements
A poem and a prayer for the performative, cognitively-dissonant right.
Salt-Stained
I promised myself you'd never see this side of me.
Celestial Body
There's a galaxy etched across me.
Shadows Remain
I still see you everywhere.
Predeterminationalism or Whatever
Cyclical disappointment.
Failing
A forgotten poem about failing to understand and to be understood.
Friction
This is the most sexually graphic and unapologetically open poem that I've ever written; it explores the correlation between self-loathing and masochism.
Love Letter
A love letter written to myself to the versions of myself I didn't choose; a love letter from those versions to me.
Familiar Anxieties
An ode to old traumas and struggles: oddly comforting, when compared to new ones
Rubber Figs
Musings on the slow death of both a jointly-purchased houseplant and a doomed relationship.
Bargain Bin
This poem is easily one of my most irreverent, and if you know my poetic style, you'll notice that it's incredibly self-aware in its mockery.
One Night in November
Written for a lover. Another night lost to time.
Sight/Lines
Ceci n'est pas une peep.
Excaliburnt
TW: Self-harm
Red-Blooded Blood Orange
Oddly enough, written as part of a job application's requirements
Sea Glass
Sometimes, things must first be broken and discarded before they can fully achieve their purpose and fulfillment; Being broken is not the end. It is merely a chance for a new beginning.
A Song Amidst the Sunrise
One morning, after a long, sleepless night, I sought a few hours of rest; as sleep finally drew near, however, I was stirred by the calling of a bird, which broke the silence of an otherwise-quiet world. Yet, instead of irritation, I found inspiration.
For My Sunflower
Wouldn't it be nice to abandon all of life's problems in favor of the freedom of nature and the simple, yet busy life of a bee?
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About Me
I am a writer, an editor, a hockey content writer, and a linguist; I am a published poet and short storyist, a former entertainment journalist, magazine editor, and college-level English tutor. My expertise is on pop culture, media, and film - especially when viewed critically and through a progressive lens