The bald spotted hipsters of Brooklyn. The thick glassed girls wearing your grandmothers clothing they purchased for more than she spent on her entire wardrobe at the Buffalo Exchange in today’s dollars I could write you a poem on a twenty dollar bill but not take you out on the town with it. Which is…
Dear Everyone, I’m super jacked to announce to all you alls that my second book of poetry, How We Are Human, was released last week. I’m really happy with how it came together. From setbacks that included lost work from a stolen laptop this past March, to my impactful ability to procrastinate, it feels great…
The People Who Laughed At The Moon There was once a people who laughed at the moon. They made kissy faces at the sun and stared Off into the darkness just to name the stars— Searching sometimes for signs that What they already had was not just At their fingertips. They locked themselves in…
