Some moments exist between. Between knowing and unknowing, between presence and absence, between one world and the next. These poems and musings belong to the spaces that defy definition, where the lines blur and meaning lingers in the in-between.

  • The Shape of Betrayal

    The Shape of Betrayal

    I have lived this heartbreak before, the trembling faith in a smiling lie.

  • If I Had a Billion Dollars

    If I Had a Billion Dollars

    I’d rebuild the bridges we keep tearing down.

  • Bridges Aren’t Handouts

    Bridges Aren’t Handouts

    I grew up on welfare programs in a small town, isolated from much of the world. Programs like Medicaid made sure I could see a doctor when I was sick and a dentist when I needed one. Food stamps made sure I didn’t go to bed hungry. Those programs didn’t make me dependent.  They made…

  • and the watchers wept

    and the watchers wept

    when the veil burns away, we’re the ones left to remember. a poem for the ones who watched it all and still chose to feel.

  • The Exhausted Pigeon Manifesto

    The Exhausted Pigeon Manifesto

    I may not be Taylor Swift. I do not sell out stadiums or bend the world with a song. Her impact is luminous, and I honor it.