Writings and Rambles

I slept through winter, with skin as pale as the moon

"Just be yourself"

A poem to my first students

You’re not supposed to be in here

Incidents of History in Poetry

Who lives there now?

I'd like to return everything I've ever said

He said, “I'll wipe your tears with the sleeve that my heart has stained”

An earthquake lives inside you

The person I want to be is a distant stranger

I felt the weight of every goodbye

I can't spell love even with the letters on the tip of my tongue