My poem “Her Middle is Name is Joy, and It Should Be,” was published by The Oakland Art Review’s first volume. The journal is out of Rochester, Michigan.
Very simply, this poem is about a girl I met when I was 18-a freshman in college. She has grown to be one of my favorite people in the entire world. I broke down and wrote this thing as I lay on the floor of my room (because my buddy Mike had appendicitis or something and had to sleep on my bed), as a senior. This is my song to her.
If you want to read this unabashed thing, it’ll be right here, once the winter volume comes out: