I have only recently started exploring the world of poetry, but in such a short time I have grown to love the art form and its many masters. Like these poets, the work you see below are my humble attempts at making sense of my world and my experiences with love and loss. They are the product of my efforts to produce what Pablo Neruda called ‘bread’, food shared by “all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.”

I hope you find them nourishing.


“I Don’t Believe It”

A Poem to My Father

Beautiful Nothing



The Sentimentalist

You came in with the wind