M.H. Darragh-Ford is a poet based in Brooklyn, NY. He writes little thought bubbles of poems which oscillate between the romantic and the mundane. M.H. himself oscillates between the romantic and the mundane and can be found swinging from lampposts as well as buying humus in local bodegas. M.H. attempts to share his poetry in ways that aren't too stuffy nor too expensive but also don't require him to create a social media presence. If you shoot him an email he will certainly send you some.
M.H. Darragh-Ford is a poet based in Brooklyn, NY. He writes little thought bubbles of poems which oscillate between the romantic and the mundane. M.H. himself oscillates between the romantic and the mundane and can be found swinging from lampposts as well as buying humus in local bodegas. M.H. attempts to share his poetry in ways that aren't too stuffy nor too expensive but also don't require him to create a social media presence. If you shoot him an email he will certainly send you some.
M.H. writes in the tradition of dramatic poetry. His poems are best experienced in performance and are not meant for quiet study. They are little songs or little jokes – to be listened to, to be memorized, to be hummed on commutes, to be recounted at dinner parties, to be forgotten. M.H. performs his poems himself in bars across New York City. If you accost him on the street he will certainly recite you some.
M.H. writes in the tradition of dramatic poetry. His poems are best experienced in performance and are not meant for quiet study. They are little songs or little jokes – to be listened to, to be memorized, to be hummed on commutes, to be recounted at dinner parties, to be forgotten. M.H. performs his poems himself in bars across New York City. If you accost him on the street he will certainly recite you some.