A poem on the stories and connections that bind us.
The Flaky Pastry

Crow: A Poem About Growing Into Our Parents
I will be different, ever so slightly. Won't I?

In These Spaces, Bodies Talk
In the liminal spaces between the two withins, bodies talk, through touch, speech, taste and sight.

I Ran Into My Younger Self on a Mumbai Local
You may know all this already, but in this moment you are me – a ghost of my past.

Seven Minutes On the New York Subway
A poem about people watching on the New York City subway.

Ghosted: On Trying to Move Beyond Borrowed Experiences, And Have Some of My Own
This poem makes us think about why we date – to find connection or just look for a story to tell?