Charleston SC poetry

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on the rocks (2018 Wine + Food festival poem)

in Charleston, we don’t need to be persuaded to party. the shadow of spring is reason enough to take slow sips of liquid sunshine in the predictable newness of January, the unexpected heat of February, the blooming business of March. in Charleston, we sing gospel hymns to gin on holy and humid afternoons to douse […]


a poem about … poetry. i read this in classrooms to get students excited about the art form. filmed at burke high school.

(… and you will be beautiful)

There will be a day when I won’t need mirrors because looking into your eyes will be the only reflection I’ll need to see myself.

the work

Some of the mirrors in my mind’s eye are broken. I’ve spent too much time trying to get clean – wiping thumb prints from my face, covering insecurities, fixing my hair, not fixing my mind. But, to deny what makes me beautiful is to deny my mother’s smile, my father’s eyes, my future grandchildren, my […]

every networking event, ever.

Slippery words spill out of us and fall to the floor as we fumble over ourselves on the trip back to the bar.

the spider (a love poem)

I remember when love was an elusive spider – an intruder that kept trying to creep into my life, crawling between the cracks of hardwood floors before disappearing into the shadows of sleepless nightmares. I spent restless years trapped by distraction, haunted by a thing I could not catch, but secretly wanting a tarantula to […]

strange roots (the digging)

I. deep down, i know that you can’t take away my shine. it’s been perfected over generations of mining. my ancestors spent years digging through dirt for any sign of a gem, any treasure that can peek through parasites. but the past is so dirty and deep-rooted that sometimes i am too tired to dig […]


have you ever taken a photo of a mountain? a screen never quite captures the magic. to reduce a massive, complex miracle to pixels is criminal. it’s too simple. we do the same to ourselves.

the flow

we are holding on to life as if it isn’t constantly slipping from our hands. the longer we live, the more it feels like we should be lucky to be bodies that bottle water. we are grasping breath until it overflows and spills completely away.

TedxCharleston haikus

BRIAN SULLIVAN Brian Sullivan Wants us to be understood Through deep connection. CHRISTAN RAINEY Christan Rainey’s pain inspired a life-long goal for men to succeed. DANIEL BELLACK Daniel will make you question what is true or false Real, fake or made up … EDIE CUSACK College is boundless for everyone. Even if you are told […]