A poem I wrote comparing my heart to a fish—yum

As part of a job application I was asked to write a haiku about office plants. I had fun writing several before picking just one.

In 2018, four days after I got a brand new bike I crashed it. This is a poem about it.

When my housemates left on a long work trip, I sent melodramatic “dispatches” from home to our Instagram group chat.

Grappling with what’s more dangerous: loneliness or lung cancer.

I’m a modern-day town crier and I like to write reviews about it.

Relating to my pot-bound plants.

Expensive juice won’t save you from heartache.