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: