Poetry

I've been writing poems since middle school.
Here are a few I like most.
None have been published (yet).

Mary Oliver died and I looked her up and found yet another woman...

I woke up today uncooked and unshelled and shivering...

We have different friends,
different tools for different situations...

I had a moment in the rock climbing gym...

One version of the story is / we went home and sat on the porch for two hours...

I was melancholic, a dark wet humour taking me in times of strife...

and then he became infinite...

There’s something silky in the air tonight...

Once (just once), I drank bad wine with opinionated men...

The brief joy of a sticker pressed and holding to an object is of value...

With people stuck at home, talking from their box on a screen...