"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.
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.
Salt-Stained
Sight/Lines
Excaliburnt
Art isn't always pretty.
"An Orange by Any Other Name"
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.
"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.
"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.
"For My Sunflower, the Sunshine of My Life"
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?
"Churning Without Ceasing"
There's something about the incredible and unshakeable might of the ocean that should terrify us, not fill us with peace.
"Time Flies When You're Somewhere Else"
The trouble with the magic of daydreaming is that once you realize that you are daydreaming, the magic is over.
"Starry-eyed"
This poem focuses on the belief that even though we, as humans, are a microscopic component of a much larger cosmos, our problems and emotions cannot always be looked at through such a lens. Although small in the grand scheme of the universe, the emotions we feel are still very real, and daresay, even a pivotal extension of the vastness of space.
"Season's Pleadings"
This little ditty is sung from the perspective of a man who is asking the woman he loves to stay with him on a particularly cold evening.
"Snowblindness"
This short poem showcases the very first stages of survivor's guilt, seen through the eyes of a young man.
"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.
"What Remains"
Love comes and goes, as do those who provide and require it. But the constant, throughout it all, is the desire for a destination, a place to rest your heart.
"What Must Be"
This poem questions the course of the speaker's life. He is plagued by the idea that his life could have (and perhaps should have) been different, and he contemplates whether or not the path of life that he has blazed for himself is one he wants to continue treading.
[A bird flew over the city streets]
This small poem is a tragically-ironic look at human life from the perspective of an inquisitive, avian passerby.
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