Poems Lovelier Than Trees

Success gets darker as it moves closer,

away from that burning blaze of sun.
Mark out the dying lines in the sky,

call it modern art, call it conservation,

call it canvas left intentionally blank.

A pained painter works the night shift,

says art doesn’t sell during war

but when the world stops turning,

people pay attention to poets

and I shouldn’t celebrate that.

But bettering my writing meant

learning to write outside of sadness,

and in this cityscape of dying life

that green beat of tree-bark heart

is worth believing in.


“poems lovelier than trees” is a poem I wrote in 2019. It was published in local nomad, which you can read online.