Saw Kathleen on the street today. She’s lived in Williamsburg for 40 years. Greenpoint for 20. orsomething. She wants to shed a few...

get out of work early. finish a book. take a few selfies. make art. or "#art". out of your gram. out of your face. out of your privilege....

the urgency of your twenties of current lyfe is kind of fucking literally I can’t even redickulus. We want it now. Insta Snap The...

Another name becomes another hashtag Another life comes to an end and a number sign is placed in front of a name a life becomes a death...

I am silenced not by bullets. as Black Men are. I am silenced because I am choking. I am choking on my White Privilege. because my...

Faux diamonds in his ears. Distressed denim One leg up. on the perpendicular seat a sparse midday G train car A young dark skinned man...

This was the first poem I wrote in my 28th year as I began to reflect on life (or lyfe). The poem was written at two different moments....

What I learned from my poetry blog experiment of whatever Love yourself. And put yourself out there. All of it, girl. Because Why not? <3

Pride.

keys wallet phone the only thing i'm missing is my hair tie. and i'm pretty sure i left it on the dance floor. <3