About the work

A closer look.

A few lines that could only fit one person. That is the whole thing I make. A poem for a birthday, an anniversary, a wedding, a funeral, or no occasion at all. You give me one line about them (a name, a job, the thing they always do at 6am) and I write back a short poem. Who it is for can be anyone. A sister who never asks for anything. A dad who tells the same story every time. A friend who drove six hours just to sit with you. A mother, a brother, a wife, a son, a grandmother, the coworker who quietly runs the place. If there is a real place in their life, I go look at it before I write a word, because a real place does something to a line. If there is no place, that is fine. One true detail from you is enough. It is theirs to keep, and theirs to send. A gift that doesn't ask them to pretend to like it. Here is one I wrote, whole, so you can see the shape: Nobody notices you do it. You're up before anyone. The turkey's in by nine. You already know which two people can't sit at the same end of the table. You eat last, standing at the counter, and call it the best seat in the house. You take the burnt piece and the thank-yous nobody says out loud. They all go home full. One person made that happen. The day doesn't just arrive. It arrives because you built it. Yours works the same way, on your person. Send the line, even half a thought, and it lands in your inbox inside a week. One revision included. Not a template, not a greeting card.