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.

It's a sunny summer day,
but I shall never know.
My office blasts the goddamn air
so cold that it could snow.

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 those late nights at the office

For the sanctity of brunch

Grab the Quarter Life Poetry book,
with over 150 printed poems & illustrations