the Pen imprisoned

the state’s men came to take the poet’s home
she Trekked a desert page
they took her clothes they took her skin
she Glided through ink seas

they locked her in a prison dark and bare
she Soared through trees of rhyme
they snapped her body killed her every love
she Scaled the bluffs of verse

Poe Endures

I was prompted simply to write and deliver a tribute speech, whereas all previous assignments in this course were required to be delivered extemporaneously. This opened the doors for creative play with form, and I decided that a poetic form would uniquely strengthen a tribute to my subject, the late …

neon graveyard

This piece is the first I ever wrote as I was pioneering the Terzaversenelle form. It recounts a memory of the Neon Graveyard/Boneyard in Las Vegas, and explores feelings of cultural detachment and existential insignificance.