Second Person
After all, wounds weep before they’re healed.
Morning Poems
I was tired. I was also tired of myself. So I started class with a poem.
Rules of Engagement
There are many white people in Grand Rapids, and gossiping about dog breeds is, I guess, what we do.
Hesiod, Hope, and El Camino
Let’s Greek out, y’all.
Seagrove Beach, September 25
“Fine. How about a chicken?”
Haunting
I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe that wicked work cannot be hidden.
An Open Letter to Owls
I will have you know that you all used to be one of my favorite animals.
Settling
One of the things about moving around a lot is that people start to ask you, “Does it feel like home?”
Plan B or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Special Fields Exam
An unexpected call, just before the exam starts. A worried glance down at a phone, a quick “excuse me.”
1 Corinthians 13, 2019
Love never cancels. But where there are conservative and progressive platforms, they will cease; where there are vigorous debates, they will be quieted; where there is a think piece, it will pass away.
