A well-read woman is a dangerous thing to want. This poem is for the ones with recall, restraint, and the good sense not to spoil the ending.

Not fate. Not flowers. Just one clean motion and a whole nervous system folding in the passenger seat. A poem about how quickly competence can turn into lust.

Little green army men around the bed: a perimeter, a punchline, a prayer. A poem about trying to protect yourself from the person you invited in anyway.

She disappears into dark water, and desire follows close behind. Set in moonlight and undertow, this poem drifts into the charged space where surrender starts to feel like instinct.

A lush, erotic meditation on contact and transformation, where kelp and silk entwine into a darker, more intimate form of beauty. What emerges is not innocence but aftermath.

A lush, unsettling meditation on desire and transformation, where beauty is altered by contact and rendered into something stranger, more physical, and impossible to name.

A raw, conflicted trauma narrative that examines the pull of loving someone volatile, where devotion feels like protection and danger becomes indistinguishable from safety.

A vivid, globe-spanning love letter that imagines a future relationship through shared adventure, intimacy, and the kind of connection that transforms every destination into something deeper than escape.

A bold, globe-trotting love letter that blends humor, desire, and high standards into a vision of partnership built on spontaneity, reciprocity, and emotional wholeness.

A sharp, heartfelt love letter that rejects fixer-upper relationships in favor of a partner who is whole, present, and ready to build something real.

A tender, whimsical essay written as an open letter to my future wife, turning domestic quirks, emotional candor, and everyday longing into a blueprint for lasting love.

A fierce, lyrical essay that casts Cape Town as both dream and threshold, exploring queer desire, self-worth, and the refusal to settle for love that cannot rise to meet you.

A geologically unstable essay about Iceland, repression, and falling for someone who feels like a natural disaster with excellent communication skills.