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Sharing verse and the craft that sustains it — the art and practice of a life in words.
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Atlas (opens the original)
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Reading Poetry Like a Poet, Pt. I (opens the original)
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One of the more baffling accomplishments of the American education system is that it’s convinced generations of perfectly intelligent people that a poem contains a secret answer. And that your friendly neighborhood English major has hidden the key in That Drawer.Subscribe nowYou’ve seen the ritual. The class gathers. A poem unfurls. It contains a bird. Let’
She works nights (opens the original)
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Read the poem at Shine International Poetry Series: July 29, 2026. I write many a prompt poem on Substack via notes; so frequently, in fact, that I have a series collecting them. Every so often, though, I stumble into something that starts here, but feels more permanent. <
Six Years of “Timelines” (opens the original)
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I spent years in hip-hop before focusing more heavily on poetry. Every once in a while, I try to share from that period of my writing life, as it’s an important part of my artistic identity. SubscribeTimelines, the title track of my debut album, was released six years ago yesterday. I’ve included the first verse of lyrics pulled directly from an eight-year-old word document. Enjoy.</
The Poem Has No Memory (opens the original)
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I once thought my writing belonged to me. I believed my poems were an anatomical feature, extending well beyond authorship.Of course, they’re mine. I wrote them. They came from my experiences, my memories, my idiosyncratic collection of obsessions and anxieties. But I fell for the fallacy that my poems were me. And what I mean is that I genuinely believed my poetic works were Operation-sized organs I’d extracted with tweezers the color of Cavity Sam’s nose. Subscribe nowA
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