Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.
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Spring Training
I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.
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.
I’m a Tenant in My Own Body & the Space Keeps Changing
I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.
Two Poems in “Free Verse Revolution Issue IV”
“The King Needed No Crown” &
“One Circle of Hell Was Hydrotherapeutic”
Shipwrecked
we become
our shipwrecked selves
Pauline
no wild stallion could compare
to that grey-eyed girl…
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.
Thistle Thoughts 