Poetry

Where I compose love letters to coffee, and wordy illustrations of the weather.

My poetry is always meant to be spoken, but perhaps there’s more to be heard when it is read. Though I cannot claim to be the best, or the brightest, the words written are mine, a glimpse into the mind palace that is my refuge.

Cardinal Directions

Joy

Love

Hope

Peace

After Hours

Night

Sunrise

Sunset

Sunset (pt. ii)

The Israel Series

Mt. Sinai

Bet-she’an

The Right Side of the Road (Golan Heights)

Summer

The Last Time

Impulsive

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