Poetry

Love Letter to My City

to the route 7 bus driver

another blue lemon please

but then i was solid, unmoving...

growing up

i hate saying that out loud...

ode to the cybertruck (derogatory)

hailed as a genius only by fools—

your honor, i did it for the vine

i did it for the giraffe in my house

Without an Obvious, Reasonable Explanation

Anything is possible!

Running into an Old Classmate at the Grocery Store

Good, how are you?