The thinker Alan Watts suggests that if every human perception is physically a wave, whether a brain wave conveying touch or a wave of...

I had a red racecar bed for much longer than I should have. I had my first memory, waking up on that bed.

Writing is, for me, the way we make sense of the world. In the words of Joan Didion, ““I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking...

It spreads to fill my vision. Like a gilded movie or photograph, sunlight through a window overtakes my entire world.

Life is crazy you know. One minute you are sitting outside, listening to birds chirping, staring at the little pond in your little...

1. It was super late. That was how we did things. Almost always after dinner and never in public. Hours would pass as we talked. She told...

A lovely day in Loblolly Pond, you exclaim each and every time. To be inside on a day like this, you say, it surely must be a crime. We...

i’ve figured out that there are exactly ten steps in my regular pacing route in my bedroom. the carpet is slightly flatter in this part...

The real issue is not and will never be climate change. The real issue is that we have lost part of our humanity. We have lost our...

today I miss you much like yesterday and the time before; more than I care to admit and yet Here lies my confession: i am no longer...

Sweet honey comb tears Roll down my cheeks When I think of little things; Funny friendships I had And immature lovers Who create loud...

I first read this poem back in high school and it's lingered in my mind ever since. I made this very short film as part of a quarantine...

It’s 8:05 a.m. and I can already hear the rapid fire of drumsticks on those overturned orange Home Depot buckets. The man playing them in...

Beyond the darkest shadows are the brightest objects An eternal sunshine forbidden to cast its rays A world consumed by the forgotten...

Hey guys I know it is getting rough in New York, and here as well, so I just wanted to send you some love with this poem :) May the sea...

Sweet songs after dinner linger in my ear, invite me to dance, take me down the spiral stairs, into the busy street. From the apartment...

Flight of the Heart A little birdy lived in a small nest, the nest was little birdy's suite of sticks Sweet little birdy built its home...

Scientifically, there is no such thing as cold. One is either hot, or simply not hot. There is only heat, or no heat. On a winter...

Hair poked through my skin Charting it's way through places it hadn't yet settled A pioneer organism claiming its territory On my...