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Fifty‑Three Sundays and the Endless Errand of Being Human

The Thing Is wrote The Thing Is after watching ash fall from a burned letter and realizing how grief behaves like sediment — heavy, particulate, and impossible to swallow. The poem explores how matter carries emotion when language refuses to.

Poembackup 3

After the Fire After the Fire began as a study in aftermath—how heat lingers after gesture fails. It’s about the refusal to touch, and the way physical residue becomes the only language left between two people....

Pressure Holds the Line Between Storm and Command

POWER BALLAD FINDS A BROKEN CHORD AND KEEPS STRUMMING

DISCLOSURE DAY CRACKS OPEN THE SKY AND FINDS A HEART STILL BEATING

Untitled Pillion delivers a charged, emotionally exacting portrait of devotion, dominance, and the cost of self-knowledge, anchored by sharp performances from Stellan Skarsgård and Harry Melling. Harry Lighton’s debut balances erotic severity with unexpected poignancy, shaping a film that bruises and illuminates in equal measure....

Free Fall This poem began with the objects—door, hinge, roof, bucket—each one failing in its own small way. I wrote it to expose how the body carries damage the same way a house does: quietly, structurally, without asking for sympathy....

The Lantern’s Vigil This poem began as a study of ritual and light—how grief moves through objects without naming itself. I wanted the river to do the speaking, to let the lanterns fail quietly and completely....

Chattanooga Film Fest 2026:

MISS YOU, LOVE YOU FINDS ITS SHAPE IN THE CRACKS

THE REEF IS RESTLESS, BUT THE FISH STILL GLOW The Pout-Pout Fish expands a tiny children’s book into a colorful, comic ocean quest anchored by Nick Offerman’s dry, endearing performance. The film drifts at times but ultimately delivers a warm, lively adventure about community, courage, and the slow work of opening up....

Wind This poem began with the sensation of wind as a physical agent—something that rearranges a room without permission. I wanted to write into that pressure, letting objects register the disturbance while the human world remained unconscious.

Scary Movie

Masters of the Universe

A Child’s Toys I wrote A Child’s Toys after passing an encampment beneath an overpass where discarded playthings mirrored the fragility of shelter. The poem traces how innocence collapses into survival, how the compass of childhood still spins in ruin.