My first time reading one of my poems in public🫣💛 Last year I went to see Oliver Samuels’ new play when he was in NYC. Oliver Samuels...

I write because… Often times I speak and it feels like no one’s listening Or they listen but it annoys them The words i’m saying? The timbe

The world is still but my mind is not. Once again I lay awake. One thought forming as the other trails off. The soft sounds of John...

The birds are outside. Chirping. They sound happy. Maybe frantic? Eh—normal. My love lays next to me. Every breath he takes makes me smile.