Poetry
Odi et amo,
Jealous Sunday nights that won’t release me into Monday morning.
Brendan Mulligan
Poetry
The infinite distance between thinking and feeling.
Our thoughts don’t see the opposite shore. Lost over the horizon, we find no answers.
Life
It was our first date, or maybe our second.
“You’re a narcissist.” She said it with a smile and no sign of judgement in her eyes. This felt like too true of an idea to have developed…
Poetry
the Paris Review (Sep 2020)
She arrives at my door without warning, never totally unexpected, always a pleasant surprise. I welcome her in, barely able to conceal my…
Poetry
À trois
The devil invented French to give name to my desire,
Poetry
of the ox and the lion, I am certainly a lion. But I admire the ox, and am grateful for his help.
You can’t force genius but you can set the table for it and invite it in.
Poetry
imagine the river of humanity spread out before you
in one direction is splayed all people that exist with you in the now
Life
Déjà vu
I rode the motorcycle back in time.
Life
We met on a dating app, I don’t recall which one.
It was 9pm on a Wednesday when she asked how my day was and what I was up to. Then:
Poetry
Today I ran to the ocean
And I reminded it of who I am,
Travel
The train from the airport has released me into Brussels and the beginning of this trip.
Night has set in over Brussels. The old buildings stand taller, preening in the warm glow of the street lamps. I pull my coat close…
Life
Sometimes I look around me at the people in the world and think:
“How do you breathe?”