Now Available!
Poem published in an anthology
Awaiting
Cunning raven,
sing for me
New Poem @ Fevers of the Mind
“This Place is a Sorry Excuse for a Hell”
Beached
I walk slowly,
collecting jagged
seashell thoughts
Escape Artists
I only scratch surfaces. I fear the
blood of everything.
“Angel Light” @ Fevers of the Mind
New published poem.
Two Poems in Issue 1 of Windy Knoll Zine
“Four Months in the Motherland” and
“Feast of All Souls”
Mistaken For a Flotation Device
I sit in my green gingham dress
Absorbing ocean waves through
The algal eyes of a kinswoman,
Middle-age addled & fading
Night Blossoms
another day
swallowed up by midnight blue
A Dream of a Shepherd
Greenness,
an emerald of dreams
“It Starts” @ Fevers of the Mind
New published poem.
Nude Ghoul
Her name was
made famous by someone
more blonde & more willing
to cry on command
2 Postictal State Poems: “Annual” & “Emancipation”
I’m down to
one epileptic seizure
a year & I’m
sure to make it count
“Gutter Girls” published @ Fevers of the Mind
New Published Poem
Capricious
it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion
Origin
Yes, life eats at me
Raw, difficult to digest
The Jam Files #10 : Just For You
Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.
Spring Training
I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.
dagbok
a man gave me
his abduction diary
Thanataphobic
they tell me I’m still too young,
but I know the darkness doesn’t
discriminate
On the Floor of Your Apartment
Those perfect pearls imprint
an enlightened message
on my fruit-thin flesh
Good Doctoring
I pick scabs in layers
to know exactly what being an
obstacle to your own healing
looks like
Celeste
born a heavenly body
not of her own
The Jam Files #9: Hijacked
As if the body didn’t have enough foreign invaders to fight off.
Infinitesimal : I’ve Been Assigned New Limits
I’m awake
for five hours before I feel
the grinding of clouds
into my bones
I’m a Tenant in My Own Body & the Space Keeps Changing
I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.
Meta-lomania Myopia, Desolate Dystopia
my home has walls
made of sliced bread
& they’re soft &
distant enough…
Two Poems in “Free Verse Revolution Issue IV”
“The King Needed No Crown” &
“One Circle of Hell Was Hydrotherapeutic”
We Already Broke Through That Ice
You would never feed a fire.
You believe it’s better
to watch a slow burn.
Shipwrecked
we become
our shipwrecked selves
“Storytelling Season” published @ Whispers and Echoes
100-word story
Pauline
no wild stallion could compare
to that grey-eyed girl…
Seventh Generation Wake-Up Call
this distortion
was learned,
ingrained
The Jam Files #8 : A Little Life Update
When too many bad days in a row occur, I start to wonder if this is just how it’s going to be from now on.
I Invented a Moon in the Sky That Night Because it Seemed Appropriate
it’s been a long time since I’ve been
moon-touched
Poem: automatica
Sun/Fire/Star/Porch-
light is too bright.Viscous eyes.
Poetry Partners @ The Skeptic’s Kaddish
Poem collab.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 31: “Apocrypha”
silence is a form of security
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 30: “Tomatoes”
I sawed through
tomatoes in my sleep.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 29: “Lonely Letters”
there are nights
I cling to her letters
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 28: “Non-Consensual Seizure”
they slapped a lot on me, a lot
into me, I was mummified…
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 27: “Revelation”
symbolism reigns
and your decoder is broken
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 26: “Baby, This Ain’t Elm Street”
In this dream,
I’m in Nancy Thompson’s pajamas
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 25: “Seasoned”
I’m starting to love/hate
this season & its familiarity
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 24: “The Agency”
they want your
candy coated
neon blood
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 23: “Pyre”
We choke on him still.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 22: “Ningizo”
feather comfort
was my solace
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 21: “Coronation”
wobble walls enclosed me
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 20: “Funfair”
make it so subtle that it’s
subliminal
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 19: “Akashic”
There aren’t points to much,
but there are still
mountains immovable
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 18: “Heather Donahue in Voice-over”
They want to borrow
her lip shade because
it’s autumnal.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 17: “Superimposition”
Another
shadow body
atop my own.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 16: “Water Wars”
techno fevers
storm us in bursts
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 15: “Cold Snap”
The wind begs a dance.
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 14: “Genesis”
someone’s made a mistake
in the matching, someone’s
cruel enough to have given
us life
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 13: “Teeter”
I’d change nothing
about your cutthroat approach
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 12: “Phantom Phagocytosis”
she never knew
how to swim
to begin with
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 11: “Father October Returns”
nothing fills the nihilist
like a murder of crows
greeting sundown
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 10: “In the Queue”
enough to
make you color it all quits / enough to
unplug accordingly /
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 9: “She Is Me”
the blind living
conjure explanations
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 8: “Marvel”
I have
paper cuts
that spell out
her name
Two of my poems featured @ Fevers of the Mind today
Two of my poems
are part of the online
“Trauma Letters Anthology”
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 7: “I Remember A Crow’s Nest”
mumbled
dream speak holds
influence
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 6: “Someone Said There Was a Blackout”
there’s so many
blowing whistles
you would think
someone would take heed
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 5: “Verglas”
and I don’t need to be told,
I know, that there are shadows
that swathe you so tightly
you don’t come back the same
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 4: “Yoke”
crush the lilies lest
they possess you
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 3: “Shedding Lessons”
a fear of bathrooms because
every time one exits
there’s a cop standing there
to haul your unruliness away
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 2: “Vital”
A warrior woman
slices in jagged lines
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 1: “Augur’s Ashes”
“blessed be
the eye that sees”
Remnants
The wall is where we’ll hang
it. The empty space in the
living room where only the
dead spend time
The Jam Files #7 — “The Void is Abysmal”
I’ve tiptoed out of the world.
Abandonment Echoes
weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher
Anthology For a Friend
Now available.
Visions Again
Lie awake, craving the taste of lakewater and the scent of September rhubarb.
Struck
A speck in your space.
Felt musical. Might delete later.
Cover of “Yesterday” with Annie
This Is
I am a burden with a mouth.
It Washes Away
Underground, like the
basements up north, cold
catacombs…
Wasting
the love medicine is too strong
The Fulcrum
there was never a
safe space for her
inside a body,
A reading of “Benchmarked”
Hey everybody! A dear friend of mine has done a truly wonderful reading of my latest Jam File piece, “Benchmarked“.
Homecoming
we spoke of another Earth
too often
The Jam Files #6 — “Benchmarked” (Vignette)
Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.
A Night On Fire
The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low
Sea Calling
Safety in a midnight swim.
Warp Zone
teleport me to new terrain
Freak Storms
there are brittle
cicada shells beneath
our feet, i’m in them,
i’m a shade, an exoskeleton
My Heart’s Wallpaper
It’s been twenty four minutes since the last time I’d ever see you again.
And I’ll Be Whispering “Yes, Yes”
I’ll never be a famous poet
Middling
forbidden closeness / pure proximity /
one hand on my shoulder / nothing
but gymnasium breeze on my
lace draped waist
Fevers of the Mind Interview
In which I answer some questions.
Being Sick All the Time : Pain Prose
Being sick all the time is some bullshit,
Lemme tell you.
New Fiction @ Punk Noir Magazine
Flash fiction published
38 : 83 / A Birthday Poem
I tried
dipping my toes in
some woke waters
& I hated myself.
Telling Time by Tiling
some things are timeless,
and some are dissolved memories
Disguises
You saw yourself
in my begging and I
coiled around your leg
Retributive
June’s come back
and she’s ready
to make us pay.
Audrey Hepburn Poetry Challenge @ Fevers of the Mind
“Some Things A Lady Just Wears Well”
Mary-Louise
You’re a sandstorm
The Jam Files #5 — Benumbed
I think I’ve transcended pain flare-ups.
I’ve been husked.
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