All My Heroes Wore Carhartt

In 2016, I made a New Year’s resolution that I would use my daily commute to read rather than play Bejeweled or sleep on random people’s shoulders. It was a lofty goal, one that led me all the way into a bookstore and then exactly thirteen pages into a poetry book. I remember sitting there on January 3rd thinking,

“These poems suck, I could write better poems than this.”

So I did, or at least I tried. All My Heroes Wore Carhartt – And Other Disappointing Poems is my own self-deprecating, 1990’s reminiscing, mismatched sock wearing attempt at poetry. Each idea was written from deep beneath the streets of Manhattan and then mashed together into what my ex-girlfriend once called, “a misguided effort at a once brilliant idea.”