On Ghosting
To ghost, to refuse, to satisfy yourself with yourself, felt impossibly newfangled, like something I’d like to try.
Essays
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Reading Whitman While White
It is only by holding Whitman accountable for all of his language that we can also love other parts of his language and poetics.
Searching for Sleeper Trains
There aren’t enough trains in Los Angeles. Not enough for me to sleep.
The Last Poem I Loved: “In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden” by Matthea Harvey
I read poetry for enjoyment now, to feel seen, and to see the world differently.