I grew up in Detroit, Michigan, the youngest child of a well-known sculptor. From an early age, I was surrounded by art. Some of my earliest memories are of spending time in my dad’s studio creating small pieces of art in wax, which my dad then cast into bronze. When I was thirteen years old,…

I’ve been thinking about the way poetry can bring light to dark times. My poem “Trajectory” was written just a few days after October 7, in reaction to that violence. Unfortunately, it turns out to be applicable to much that has happened since then. “Spring, again” was a poem looking for the kind of reliable…