Inspired by everyone from Shakespeare to Charles Bukowski to my favorite Instapoets.
I enjoy writing poetry because of its boundlessness. A poem-writing adventure can adhere to rigid rules or be complete free verse anarchy or anything and everything in between.
Free Verse
I generally prefer writing the complete anarchy free verse poems. This is mainly because of the freedom it permits. Whatever is put down on the page in the free verse environment is right. As a result of this, I’ve found that it provides a sandbox to explore rhetorical devices. It also is a breeding ground for unearthing ideas and concepts that I otherwise would never get to, because it is too agonizing to explore them in the realm of rules, or because I never knew were there.
When you permit yourself to write in chaos, sometimes you create things that can only be born in such an environment. Yet once they are born there, they are not bound to stay there. Such tools, techniques and phrases can be extracted and inserted into other work where, due to its uniqueness, can really make your other writing shine.
Chaos amongst chaos is chaos, but blips of chaos interwoven with order, that’s the sweet spot.
- Old Bike (2023)
- Manumit (2025)
- My Little Lamp
- Ode to Baleful
- Cold Desert
- Confront your demons
- Fit (2023)
- Road Trip Mental Chatter (2023)
- Giant Robot Baristas (2024)
- Dibs (2024)
- Would the Woods Have Different Wood?
- This Just In
- A Bargain with Beelzebub
- Unintended Consequences
- Love is Blind
- February 15
- Walk of Shame
- Mom’s Defense!
- Crows
- Weed Warriors
- Iron Trees
Haikus
As for the other poems I write, such as haikus, they are added for occasional balance, to reel me back in. Also, haikus in general seem to have a structure that seems to inevitably invoke wisdom. They are poems where I feel the least like I am the author of a work. Put differently, due to the structure and rules, and likely the eastern spiritualism rooted in the genre, I’m almost writing them to see what the haiku has to say rather than what I am saying. For this reason I feel like I own them less than any other format in which I write. Ownership seems to belong to the wind that blows them in and blows them out.
- Crossover (2023)
- Red Maple
- Leaves Fall, Winter Stays (2023)
- Can-Can Under the Canopy (2025)
- Coffee’s a Color Wheel (2025)
Tankas
Sijos
Concrete Poems
Nonverbal Communication (2024)
