Quarter Life Poetry is a collection of illustrated
quatrains about your quarter life crisis.

Here's a small sampling. See more poems here.


My friend has a baby
and owns a boutique.
I just bought a cactus–
it died in a week.

The greatest adrenaline
rush to the head
is canceling plans
to sit on my bed.

Lately I've started
to accept the fact:
It's likely my soulmate
will just be my cat.

Our first date was magic
the next was okay
I texted for thirds
but he ghosted away...


My friends are dancing at the club
but I've got plans instead
to have a crazy, wild night
baking banana bread.


It's not called "granny panties";
It's "underwear you own
when comfort is imperative
and you're living alone."


For when you're 100% an adult by now

For that weekly existential crisis at your desk

For the sanctity of brunch

For those late nights at the office

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