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
Yalobusha Review • 15th June 2019 excerpt from ‘Book of Shadows’ I had a fistful of dillseed wrapped in warped tinfoil
THANK YOU FOR SWALLOWING • 7th July 2015 HERE’S THE DEAL, BABYCAKES We came of age with magazines blaring women in blenders.
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
Cosmonauts Avenue • 4th November 2015 Two poems Constellations rearrange themselves like codeine. I live in a world without any physics.