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.
Stranded
This poem was first written on August 19, 2019: nearly seven years before its final edits were completed. I, periodically, revisited it but couldn't find a way to word the final stanza in a way that felt satisfactory. I am finally able to put it to rest and free up the brain space it has occupied for a near-decade. Sweet relief!
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
Autumn
This piece was written, as a college senior approaching graduation, for a work-study colleague - a freshman - who was dejected at the thought of having to spend her remaining three years of enrollment without me there. Her name is Autumn.
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.
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