I wanted to start a running list of poems I’d written and liked, so that’s what I’m going to do here. Many of them are personal, some somewhat explicit, more of them than not still works in progress, so probably don’t read through if you came to this website from a research/career setting. The main idea was to have an easy way to point friends and loved ones to particular poems I’d written that I want to share with them, and as some sort of record for myself. Also in large part inspired by Frank O’Hara’s “My Heart”. Not particularly ordered, but somewhat chronological. Again, I won’t vouch for the quality of some of the earlier ones, but have kept a few here because I feel they’ve nice sentiments and it’s interesting to see how my writing and personality have developed over the last several years.
Here is also an anthology I compiled during Spring 2022, that contains several of my poems along with others in a somewhat cohesive and thematic manner, plus some analysis, in case you feel so inclined: Poetry Anthology: Having a Poem with You
See also my substack.
First, some collections:
Public Collection
Miss you Collection
Bell’s Thm. Collection
En85 Collection
Poetry Blogs (Summer 2022) – these are pretty good and fun, imo.
Also, a short story I wrote for a creative fiction course during winter 2023:
Update (12/17/2023): oddly, I just stumbled upon a Lispector short (one of her very first) that in tone and content is uncannily similar to the story I wrote. Perhaps interesting to witness: “Obsession”. Lispector and modernist literature in general were hefty influencers of this story, though I hadn’t read something so close to the style I wrote at the time of writing (I think). How odd and comforting.
And now, just poems:
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“Friday, Pre-Dawn: An Old Sentiment, Again.”
“I was in first-grade, I was a boy, I was a tender age”
“I break my resolve and smoke weed again for the first time in over a month.”
“Maggie sends me a voice message upon going outside after three days of being snowed in.”
“Metempsychotic Diary: Watching My Baby Tapes”
“These will just be places to me now”
“The Passion According to J.B.”
“Mr. Sandman brings me a dream”
“Response to Litany of Words I’ll Not Say”
“Pray there shall be poetry in my computer science PhD”
“I analyze/lament my native distribution”
“If we are to break, can we at least continue to break?”
“lactose intolerant on a plane from newark”
“The summer of my loneliness,”
“That’s one small step for man”
“Litany of Words I’ll Not Say”
“tell them we’re young mastodons”
“My therapist tries to touch me”
“Choose your undoing, Ellie Sawatzky urges.”
“My Father and I are no longer friends on Facebook”
“Diary Entry #821: Ars Quotidiana”
“Things I Don’t Know What To Do With”
“And Then God Said, Let There Be Rain”
“Poem Number Four on Bell’s Theorem, or The Conditionality of Long Distance Love at Caltech”
“Poem Number Three on Bell’s Theorem, or The New New Physicality of Long Distance Love”
“Poem Number Seventeen on Representer Theorem, or The New Simplicity of Existence”
“One-Act Play In Which Everyone Takes Moral High Ground, Except My Cucumbers, & All Suffer”
“The world isn’t ready for my love”
“Low-fidelity ekphrastic nod to “Lump Sum””
“2nd grade poetry book as self portrait”
“Having “Having “Having a Coke with You” with You” with You”
“Listening to the Chanticleers in the Beckman Auditorium”
“At the California Institute of Technology”
“I lick my lips and write with my tongue”
“procreation, as jesus would have wanted it explained”
“studying in the shadow of baxter basement”
“my wall full of trinkets taped to my wall (III)”
“Splash of Rain: a Yankee Candle scent”
“[Winter Break] At the California Institute of Technology”
“DO NOT LEAVE VALUABLES IN VEHICLE”
“[Term Ends] At the California Institute of Technology”
“House of Leaves, as Autumn becomes February”
“A Dirge to Exponential Growth”