Time Won’t Stop – Poem

And I laugh at the time we tried
to turn back the clocks,
the days when I wore
a broken watch to make myself feel
better about wasting time.
Maybe it wasn't wasted after all,
if we're looking back now
and smiling. Another old calendar
is thrown out and I think of all
the moments we scribbled
dates and times in, the next meeting
and the next scheduled time to relax.
As the months go on, when AC
switches to heat and the clothes
are swapped in the drawers, 
think of the writing. The words
in the corners of assignments,
lines we didn't think we'd use.
Time doesn't just get away from us,
it runs, and we haven't figured out
not to chase after it.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s kind of a fun one– I always love writing about time. I hope you all are enjoying your summers… as you might glean from this poem, mine is speeding away too quickly! Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges as always. Stay safe and healthy out there.



Intersections Issue 3 Is Out!

Hi everyone!

If you’re interested in reading some great poetry and prose, it would be much appreciated if you checked out Intersections Magazine’s latest issue. You can find it at intersectionsmagazine.org — we just updated our website a couple weeks ago 🙂

It’s been such a wonderful experience reading submissions and hearing people’s stories, crafting a magazine and designing the website. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as our team has enjoyed putting it together.

As always, feel free to let me know what you think! Stay safe and healthy out there.


To the Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds are quite fickle but
this one fancies my mother’s garden

Perhaps she is as sun-drunk as I am
as I can see the atoms that make up

her quivering breast from where I lay
on the rough sidewalk

I never knew them to be loud creatures
but zip—a vibration too quick

for me to place the tone of reverberates
through my ears—it cannot shake

the room as the garden has no walls
(the great outdoors are like that, you know)

but if we sat in the living room,
maybe the walls would shake

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’ve been super inspired by nature when I’ve been writing lately– I guess I always have been, though. I hope you all are having a great summer. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.


Ode to the Waiting Room – Poem

The old man in the brown, buttery leather chair’s 
eyeglasses are fogging up, but his eyes remain 
closed as he listens to the sound machine’s bird calls

I give him a nod for showing up—my father hasn’t
People come in and out, the doors shutting tightly
behind them. I memorize their faces until my short-

term memory empties them, but the old man remains
as he sits back, keeping his eyes closed. His name
is called, and I’m stuck waiting alone.

I hope you enjoyed this super short piece! I actually found it when looking through some poems I wrote over a year ago, and it’s crazy to see the differences in my writing– the different topics I was drawing inspiration from, the different forms and styles, etc. I like this little piece, but I definitely am proud of the positive progress I’ve made with my writing since writing this. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.