"At three am, everything is different. The skyline floats / on the east river while the emperor looms dark and silent. / Nothing means what it did when sleep fills your throat."
"Sometimes I feel like an ex-pat in my own nation,/ and an outsider among my own people
until I remember/ Grandpa’s hands teaching me to scour banks for mudbugs/ to be eaten at dinner, like he did as a kid."
“During our visit to South Africa, my greatest test came when the rest of the group and I were blessed with a street performance of Zulu war dances.” Poems.
"feeling your heart beat through your screaming chants, hearing your sorrow through the reverbing stomps, smelling the fear in your every breath, and touching the hope in your gravelly voice" Poetry.