happy poem

Photo by Aiden Nelson By Aiden Nelson I’ve been reading happy poems lately and feeling that feeling that swells in my chest like something small inside me is growing, like every molecule is lined up saying yesyesyes louder and louder, like there is something beautiful and full of purpose living inside my fragile skin. I…… Continue reading happy poem

my professor said to write about an erotic experience, so I wrote about her hands

Photo by Aiden Nelson By Aiden Nelson fingers like birds. I don’t believe in God,  but I believe in this – skin to skin contact,  the holiness of held breath and unlocked  potential. lavender iced coffee. glitter  on her eyelids. this is sex. or something  like it, her hands touch mine and I know,  deep…… Continue reading my professor said to write about an erotic experience, so I wrote about her hands

Love from South Albany Street

Photo by Aiden Nelson By Aiden Nelson This series, entitled “Love from South Albany Street,” explores my relationship to the neighborhood I’ve lived in the past year and the complicated emotions I have toward it. I’ve watched two autumns from my bedroom window, memorized which yards I can cut across, the quickest route to my…… Continue reading Love from South Albany Street