Poetry
Notes Toward a Weather System
A lyric sequence on inheritance, pressure changes, and the private vocabulary families build around loss.
Date2025
Statussubmitted
PublicationPortfolio draft
Context
A poem sequence exploring compression, white space, and image as narrative. The draft treats weather as both setting and emotional grammar.
We learned the sky by its refusals.
Blue meant nothing. Clear meant wait. The radio named a front moving east and my mother closed every window in the house.
I keep a map of what was never said. It changes shape when touched.