The Warehouse Window For my sunlight,its glass cut through a concrete wallthe edges crumbled and rocky,like an unfinished birthday cake.No place for symmetry or neatnesswhen testing and receivingnetworking equipment with a candelabra of cords.The whir of fans, hard drives,circuit boards, modules, and power suppliesare their own orchestra. I’m their repeating crowd for this ensemble…

A poem I wrote about the disconnect between work, parenthood, and dreams. How they all seem so simple, but so distant. Enjoy.

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Read my poem “Kindness” Give me trauma on a blackboardI’ll glitter all its owls and tentaclesencircling and stamping thefreakish and rancid record wehave etched on the atoms of our reality. Afterall, we all shatter, hurt, and harm.Life is an appalling confectioner of pain.We do it minutely and majorlytying these cruel ribbonstogether over our own coffin. When the good and kind happens,

Read my poem about how unfamiliar kindness can be in this modern world. It is both personal and universal.

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