Poetry

Here I am reading a recent poem called Song for Commute. This is taken from the collection I am currently working on.

My previous collection was called: The Letters We Sent. Here is a poem from it called Assurance:

Assurance

Not everything is impossible.

Time will continue
even if we cannot touch it. Even if

it folds like a map. We

will walk
in a park again
before
our lives end.

It is not impossible to say this. And
I cannot give you the date, no, just

the assurance.

My other book was called The Yellow House. I performed this poetry sequence in a series of videos which can be seen below:

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