The Year Mark

This transitional period of time, between apartments. Where you’re living out of a bag of clothing, all of your stuff packed away, curtains stripped from the windows, movers scheduled for Sunday. It feels like you’re living in a home that is no longer yours. You’re an illegal squatter. An odd, odd limbo. Why does moving … Continue reading The Year Mark

Frozen Lark

Have you ever experienced that dissonance when you're furiously angry while trying to dampen that anger? You've convinced yourself, logically, that your anger is unfounded and you just need to calm down. How often does that work? This poem was inspired in that moment of chaos (as many poems are). You'll notice (if you stay … Continue reading Frozen Lark