Bay Poets

 young and in love,

or hoping to be,


we walked the hills

of San Francisco


late summer nights,

singing into the fog


the way cats howl

at the moon

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"I wrote my first poem at 14, to struggle with a loss...
It's been a way of working through crises ever since.
But it's also become a way of celebrating moments (hence my love of haiku),
and exploring our intense feelings.
I haven't sought to publish my poetry since
I was in my early 20s... Now, I simply want to make it
available to whomever it was given me for."