Category: Poems
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on writing
Brand-new satin smooth paper pad in one hand, firm rod of pen in the other: This is who I want to be, and want is a word that starts too weak and ends too scant For this phototropic force bending my very bones to the light of words, wonderful words. I hold words in too…
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once on a summer mountain
Hey friends! It’s summer, even if right now in New Jersey it feels more like mid-spring (fine by me: keep the oppressive heat away as long as possible). I figured this was a good time to share a poem I wrote about a summer a few years ago when my family and I were adventuring…
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A Song of Ascents
I spent six weeks this semester in Israel on an incredible study abroad opportunity. Within that sentence dwell so many experiences and ideas and people that I am just beginning to process. I’m sure more about it will trickle out, especially this summer when I actually have time to sit down and think. I wrote…