Underneath must be a collection of bones—
::: Published in THE SHORE :::
writer some days, artist on others
Underneath must be a collection of bones—
::: Published in THE SHORE :::
Did I look away when you brushed your ambitions behind your ear?
::: Published in ARTHROPOD JOURNAL :::
With my left hand I flick Morris code into my sternum.
::: Published in ARTHROPOD JOURNAL :::
I’d think it all perfect if not for a store-bought drone ripping it all open
::: Published in BLOOD MOON POETRY :::
Twisting into every dead end, I’m deserving of my place here
::: Published in FOLIO :::
It’s not for us to find them in the magnetic starfish,
::: Winner of the 2021 Icebreaker Prize, in SPARKED LIT MAG :::
Can you know how close a gun is by the bullet’s echo?
::: Published in RISING PHOENIX REVIEW :::
night swimming, we pass between days
::: Published in THE DILLYDOUN :::