A poem of natural disasters and internal turmoil.

People think I’m weird when offering oddly specific compliments, but I don’t let that stop me.

This is probably one of my most vulnerable poems…

A poem dedicated to my dad…

The kind of poems you just let fall out of your brain - mostly feelings.

For Halloween this year, take a deep dive into my nightmares…

This is ingrained in me:

I know how to worship.

But I can’t anymore.

“The very first time I recall praying…”

A poem based on an exercise of sitting and simply noticing.