I am surviving (a poem)

A shadorma that I feel better about. Earlier this week, a woman named Deborah Danner was killed by New York police responding to a 911 call from her neighbors. Ms. Danner had schizophrenia; it seems likely she was having some sort of episode related to her illness. Yesterday, the New York Times ran an editorial about her, in [...]

A small request for the next woman to love me, if you are out there somewhere (a poem)

A shadorma on a much better day. Partly inspired by The Matrix Reloaded. Are the shapes you and I will make together part of our destiny? You may not have such questions I can’t avoid them We are a study in contrasts your world there my world here You find joy in everything I find mine in doubt [...]

A bad place to be stuck at night (a poem)

A shadorma about a couple of tunnels near Mercer Street in Seattle. The tunnel walls have thick black streaks left by cars swerving wide as they navigate the curve at too fast a speed The yellow tile reminds me of school bathrooms in first grade There are always squares missing what happened to them? The eerie glow [...]