Growing up as a transgender child, I didn’t think I could claim boyhood for myself. In this spoken word poem, I share what understanding and claiming boyhood means to me.
Heartbreaks can be the worst. In this spoken word poem, I share my own process of how to get over a broken heart.
In this poem, “Blood Memory”, I spit lessons I’ve learned from my Italian American family and, in particular, my great grandmother.
What do you believe in? I share my own thoughts in this week's poem, "What I Believe."
In honor of Father’s Day on June 18, I share my appreciation for my father.
In "Back Home," I explore my complicated relationship with health, my body and self care.