My Upcoming Poetry Reading at the 2021 Utah Arts Festival

I’m excited to announce that I will be reading some of my poetry as a Literary Artist at the Utah Arts Festival! Click HERE to find out more.

Initially, I was supposed to read poetry at the UAF in 2020, but the pandemic stopped that, and I’m glad. Staying home and staying safe helped to save lives. While staying home, I wrote, read, changed jobs, started freelancing, and prepared to move out of state. Over a year later, I’m living in San Francisco, advancing my career and brainstorming ideas for a new novel. I’m thrilled to be reading some of my poems at the UAF once again, and I can’t wait!

Check out my post about my first poetry reading at the 2018 UAF here.


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City Walk [a poem]

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Read my #poem “City Walk” in celebration of #nationalpoetrymonth ? I pulled this one from my #blog archives ? #poetrybyme #poetrytiktok #sanfrancisco

♬ IMPERIAL PIANO – Treia Music

slick cement steps rise from broken
slabs slathered in stuck gum, garbage,
and shit. a reek of piss from a stained
corner, the edges are always dirty so it’s
best to look up, but watch where you step.


I’ve been prepping for my upcoming Poetry Reading at the Utah Arts Festival. I’m not looking forward to leaving SF for a weekend but I know it’ll be a good change of pace to get out for a bit. While I prep, I’ve been taking long walks, trying out coffee shops in downtown SF, and reading more.


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Revel in the Rot [a poem]

books file on shelf

A creased page, bruised spine,
an inked line under a string of words.

I inhale the aroma of mold, paper

decomposing and revel in the rot.

Inked words embossed, one word and

then another, meaning compounded.

I close the book, place it smoothly on the shelf

a sister among sisters sleeping in the dust.

A City Breathing [a poem]

empire state building new york

crisp blue sky creases against
skyscrapers. glass, steel, cement,
wood, warped, twisted into visions
of the future. a cry, fog horn bellow,
sirens, and the rushing hush of voices,
tires spinning on the pavement. a city,
breathing, alive under a crisp
blue sky.


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