Ghazal Written for the Lids in Downtown Brooklyn Where I Chose My Name
A poem about only baseball
A Marble Run for the Lights
Another Poem about Cornfields
I wish I were more like my mother
Elegy for the not yet dead Rainforest Cafe
A Marble Run for This Finite Earth
On imagining Ariana Grande, before the fame, working every summer at Rita’s Italian Ice
Haibun for My Mother and the Early 2000s
Ghazals connected as though cargo freights
The only atlas we need is one drafted by children
Poem for the Start of a New Decade
A Marble Run for Another End-of-Days
To the Cherry Blossoms on 16th and Wharton.
