Today I return to poetry. This was an unintended poetry practice. I was shuffling through my horde of photos looking for one to use with the prose poetry I’ve been experimenting with lately and realized I had a lot of … Continue reading Forest Path
A solitary yellow hotel matchbook lies on a snow-dusted sidewalk, its flimsy wooden matches exposed to the overcast sky. Why is it here? Did an overworked graduate student, snatching a smoke as they hurried to class, drop it, too distracted … Continue reading Cold
Today, as I was working in my home office, I shut off my music, my podcasts to keep me company, my background YouTube videos, and I opened my window. I heard dogs barking in distant backyards; trucks unnecessarily accelerating and … Continue reading Calm
Rummaging through my collection of old writing, I recently came across a one-page book report I wrote in my junior year of high school on The Catcher in the Rye. It’s short, so I included all three paragraphs below: “The … Continue reading I Can’t Stand Holden Caulfield
Staring Out A Window 