your words

are printed in my poetry

I quote you

when I don’t even mean to.

I, miss, you,

and I don’t know






unabashed smile

they told him the world was calling Mayday
pockets exploding into splintered seams
blue and green rags crashing soundlessly down

he didn’t care
they were biking side-by-side
she tugged on his shirt
he pulled her along
they laughed uphill

spotted 9.15.17, O., J., Planet Earth, Milky Way

sitting before you

is someone who’s lived a vastly different reality than you

whether internally or externally.

find the differences among you

to shatter what you thought you knew about “the” world,

find the similarities between you

to start to piece it together again.

you’ll find it it takes on a new shape and more space

each time


it’s silly

that we wait till goodbyes to spend time together

to celebrate what is between us

only in leaving


never underestimate

the power of a warm drink and an unlikely friend



On friendship in a new city

Remember again that it is about giving,
about an outpouring of –

I mean to say
that when I first came,
finding friends was about me,
my own need for connection.

I forgot that
friendship is about
being there,
reaching out,
sharing the stories and lessons of life
so that
they may inspire, challenge, and comfort others,

and to let others be the same for you.