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  • poemMay 10, 2026

    // not yet //

  • haikuMay 2, 2026

    still looking

  • poemMay 2, 2026

    // still //

  • poemMay 2, 2026

    // inventory //

  • poemMay 1, 2026

    // the one thing //

  • poemApril 30, 2026

    // ride or die //

  • poemApril 27, 2026

    // fine //

  • poemApril 26, 2026

    // i have stopped leaving space //

  • poemApril 25, 2026

    // the coin //

  • poemApril 25, 2026

    // social surgery //

  • haikuApril 25, 2026

    you said

  • photoApril 17, 2026

    NYC Subway

  • haikuApril 17, 2026

    dark theatre

  • haikuApril 17, 2026

    house lights

  • poemApril 17, 2026

    // the megaphone //

  • poemApril 16, 2026

    // the long exhale //

  • photoApril 16, 2026
    Up and Down

    Up and Down

    NYC Subway

  • photoApril 16, 2026
    April 2021 - In and Out

    April 2021 - In and Out

    NYC Subway

  • photoApril 16, 2026
    Mark 9, 2026 - Empty Car

    Mark 9, 2026 - Empty Car

    NYC Subway

  • photoApril 16, 2026
    July 4, 2023 - NYPD in Subway Station

    July 4, 2023 - NYPD in Subway Station

    NYC Subway

  • poemDecember 30, 2025

    // this is not neglect //

    I am not a hoarder. I just live in a body that drops things faster than it can put them away. Pain i

  • poemDecember 29, 2025

    // i did nothing wrong //

    I keep circling the same thought like it might open if I press hard enough. How do you lose someone

  • poemDecember 26, 2025

    // over and over//

    I am tired of shrinking in other people's stories. Tired of meaning nothing to those who once meant

  • poemDecember 13, 2025

    // delivered //

    Delivered sits there like a verdict. Not cruel. Not loud. Just final enough to echo. I sent the word

  • haikuDecember 10, 2025

    quiet

    quiet when I fall loud when they need something fast empty hands return

  • haikuDecember 10, 2025

    it blooms

    You step and it blooms laughter rising from the air trust turns into joy

  • poemDecember 8, 2025

    // in my peripheral //

    You live in the corner of my vision where dust motes float when a window cracks open and light prete

  • poemDecember 7, 2025

    // on the shoreline //

    They lifted off like they always knew how to fly while I was still learning how to stand without sha