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The Violence of Ornamental Physics |
A Frozen Accomplice
An object formed by cold and gravity hangs in quiet clarity, unaware of the role it will soon play. When human heat and human conflict spill outside, something ornamental becomes something irreversible, and the only true witness is the one thing that cannot last long enough to be questioned.
The Myth of Good Writing |
A Diary of Sentences That Exist Anyway
I wrestle daily with whether my writing is good or shit. Most of the time, I write into a quiet vacuum, unsure if it matters at all. Yet the act itself—struggling, digging, pinning down fleeting thoughts—feels alive. It’s writing for me, for discovery, for sentences that exist anyway.
Six Strings, Borrowed Air |
Where Sound Becomes Movement
Six strings, borrowed air, and a body that remembers before the mind does. This poem explores how sound turns into movement, how resistance generates music, and how meaning is experienced—quietly, physically, and beyond language or technique.
The Cat—Who Was and Wasn’t—In the Hat |
Or: Why Can't Reality Just Behave Already?
Quantum physics is strange, slippery, and famously unintuitive. I wondered how Dr. Seuss would explain it. Let’s explore particles, waves, and Schrödinger’s cat through memorable rhyme and playful whimsy, so see if we can explain why reality refuses to behave itself.
Where Are You?
In Where Are You, I explore the quiet ache of searching for what feels lost. The quiet tension between searching and waiting, exploring how we navigate uncertainty, memory. I reflect on the emotional landscape that forms when something important slips out of reach and how the patience required to trust it may return in its own time.
The Red Flower
I wrote The Red Flower as a quiet reflection on observation and wonder. It’s about the fleeting moments that capture attention unexpectedly, the small details that stick with us, and how poetry can help us honor beauty and contemplation in the rhythm of daily life.
My Untold Story
Through “My Untold Story,” I wrestle with creation, control, and consequence. I watch my characters breathe, stumble, and fade within unfinished pages. This poem captures my intimate reflection on the creative process, the burden of imagination, and the ache of seeing the stories I long to tell remain untold.