A poem for this in-between week

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedDecember 28th, 2025 The snow has turned to rain here, and I'm missing you Here in this week in between Christmas and New Year's Where things stop and start confusingly And I try to figure out

Two poems for the introverts at Christmas

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedPeace to those who spent the day with loved ones but didn't feel present Those who checked their phone without knowing why Those under a fog of anxiety or depression or something not yet known Those who wished

Holiday sale!

Hi friends, just a quick note that I’ve reduced the price of my book, Good Morning, Friends, to $5.55 from now through New Year’s! It makes a great stocking stuffer or last minute gift. And that means that you can get Good Morning, Friends AND Open Things

How to win arguments without even trying

I had a somewhat controversial post on Threads go viral earlier this week, and that means the trolls and bots came out, and that means RIP my notifications. So as a reminder to myself, here are two poems I wrote about how to win arguments, on the internet and beyond.

I'm not autistic...or am I?

Hi friends! In honor of me having finally found a therapist who specializes in autism and ADHD, I thought I’d write a list of some of the Extremely Autistic things about me that, for 40+ years, I assumed were just weird little quirks I had. Turns out they’re

How to get out of a small space

Once when I was in college, my housemates and I were on our way out, but when we got to the driveway someone had parked behind my friend’s car, blocking her in. There was space to the right of the cars, but she was solidly stuck behind this person’

Two poems on longing

I was reading a lot of Rumi while I wrote the final few poems for my 2023 collection, Open Things, and I was fascinated by the way the Persian poets use imagery and metaphor. It’s denser than in Western poetry—they don’t so much say, “wine represents God

Two poems on chaos

Tidal Prayer I used to, in disasters try to account for everyone I loved Are we okay? Let us be okay But now I love too many people and the world Is full of disasters so I pray By opening my heart wide letting it fill with pain and love

Two poems on reunion

My extended family on both sides lives in Connecticut, and when I was eight my parents, brother, and I moved to Massachusetts, then to Maine, then I moved back to Boston for college. Years later I met a man whose family lived in Connecticut. He would become my housemate, then

Being present in a changing body

CW: Talk of weight and weight loss. If this is a trigger for you, please skip this one and take care of yourself. <3 Hello, friends! Today I have something a little different than my usual fare. I want to talk to you about my body. There’s a