Poetry

Imposter Syndrome
Away from home with imposter syndrome
Fading far from the plight of perfectionism
Taunted by the unexplored, not on any exec boards
Sometimes struggling to just get out of bed
My roommate wakes up and runs ten miles
While I have clothes heaped in piles
And a hundred unorganized files on my desktop
Too anxious to answer an email
In constant comparison and competition
I’m not motivated by grades or majors
Student governance or unpaid labor
But paranoid I need to fit in
memories i can’t leave behind
a soft knock on the door: a question
hometown's reprise
do you see that bird? the songbird. the one perched on top of that willow oak. right there.
I Think About (Modeled after Joe Brainard’s “I Remember”)
I think about how quickly the weather changes.
Shutters of Water / Studies of Water
I dream of the stars as I stare at the sun,

Eight Poems to Welcome Spring
As much a poem about the arrival of spring as it is about budding hope in the face of despair, Mary Oliver’s “Spring” captures the quiet beauty of holding on in spite of the cold.

Orange Juice
she’s ripe, holding her / pieces together / by tearable strings & / bruisable skin

Faith Leslie In Bloom
On an unusually busy Friday afternoon, I sat down to talk with fellow Iris writer Faith Leslie.

Ghazal for Silent Girls
What do you call it when you learn silence before you learn yourself?