20th February 2020

the on and on whatever

I’ve been a miner for a heart of cardiac muscle.

The love songs I write are about charcoal and sulfur,

the difference between temperature and energy.

Medium • 11th December 2019

Poem Comprised of Lines from Emily Dickinson’s Letters

If my ideas are rather dark, you need not marvel.

Crab Fat Magazine • 6th September 2019

excerpts from "book of shadows"

beloved, I have been undressing

unknown men

who bring me caraway

and float in soundless water

Photo by Tara Winstead on Pexels

11th October 2023

We Will Sing the Songs of the Revolution

Orig. published in InDigest Magazine

8th February 2023

Film poems from Nymphlight

some light is light
some light blooms like a virus
and some light is trees

8th February 2023

I REMEMBER YOU WERE MY LOVER

the bees were slung like bullets at the memory
of your body like a prayer

Yalobusha Review • 15th June 2019

excerpt from ‘Book of Shadows’

I had a fistful of dillseed wrapped in warped tinfoil

The Collagist • 15th June 2019

Storm Warning

Why else would I even go to Wal-Mart?

Finery • 17th July 2019

Saint Karen

You can still pray to her for shiny hair.

Diode • 15th June 2019

Two poems

Pulls bee skin onto his own fingers

B O D Y • 17th July 2019

Chlorophyll Homunculus

Birth was in my own hands—blood that felt like wind.

Jet Fuel Review • 15th June 2019

Moonflower

She had me crawling through the grit of fire opals.

THANK YOU FOR SWALLOWING • 7th July 2015

HERE’S THE DEAL, BABYCAKES

We came of age with magazines blaring women in blenders.

Prelude • 15th June 2019

Two poems

record grooves or a lock of a lover’s hair

H_ngm_n • 18th July 2019

The Jurassic Age

The dinosaur refuses to call them polka dots.

Anti-Heroin Chic • 5th July 2019

Three poems

There are some windows that can never be opened.

Abjective • 18th July 2019

ABJECTIVE

I dream you are a live wire, you are alive.

elimae • 17th July 2019

"Evanston Hotel, Room 209," "Bloody Mary," and "TIME"

What a hard memory of you
to keep
keep inside these splendid thighs

Ladowich / Medium • 14th August 2015

Closure

The girl who made the coffee found it one day.

Cosmonauts Avenue • 4th November 2015

Two poems

Constellations rearrange themselves like codeine. I live in a world without any physics.

5th July 2019

Rocket Man

Happiness is a warm schlong when you don't shoot to kill.

[PANK] • 15th June 2019

Three poems

I heart and hear, neck and timpani

Ghost Ocean • 15th June 2019

Lost Lunar Beekeeper

I am not like them. I keep bees on the moon.

Glass • 15th June 2019

Pickering Wharf

Someone wrote the story of a haunting on your palm