The Weekender

Every year, one more poem in free verse— / Still frames of silent tears and raucous nights / Snapshots documenting my best and worst / An artist’s impression of maturity and moonlight

It is impossible and ridiculous to think that we were reincarnated into repeated lovers, but this is exactly how you make me feel: unbelievably and recklessly romantic.

It is time to end the idolization of national and corporate leaders who continue to sell out their citizens in exchange for global clout.

Believe it or not, our beloved college town has a charming doppelganger just northwest of Denver.

centuries compressed / us: our selves woven

At least make our love a sound that creates music. / That creates a feeling, a feeling similar to mine. / With that music, that sound, that feeling, please read me. 

But social media isn’t just the mere transmission of an image or an idea; it's curation of the self, and thus its aesthetics are wrought in a complex psycho-social cauldron.

"A joke given by life will always be funny; therefore, those who don’t laugh at it are either too proud or too stupid."

thousands of contemporary prayers whispered and embedded into my thoughts / you plague my vision, my memory / I am all I have left of you

As the world marvels at Ukraine’s ability to force back one of the great global powers, one can certainly wonder why a majority of the world has stood on the sidelines for so long.