Category Archives: Poetry

I drift west with the books that survived Marie Kondo.

::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::

No one believes he has risen. Even the street-corner prophet
stops replacing his megaphone batteries.

::: Published in THE AVENUE :::

I serve the ones who looked like me
using silver inlay plates that cannot be microwaved.

::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::

My grandfather’s fingerprints trace the pathway from the makeshift bedroom to the bathroom.

::: Published in THE AVENUE :::

Like the forest, we’re held together by web lines seen only when weight is shifted back and forth.

::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::

My name is daughter, wife, woman
and I am eroding into one reliance: sorry.

::: Published in THE AVENUE :::

It’s tiring:
calling everyplace home.

::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::

Every story follows one of seven archetypes; Voyage and Return is most popular, followed by Rebirth.

::: Published in THE WONDROUSLY REAL MAGAZINE :::

Who owns the sentimentality I traded for cash.

::: Published in OPEN DOOR MAGAZINE :::

I’m not creative enough to think of who you would be at 43. Out of habit, I still try.

::: Published in RISING PHOENIX REVIEW :::