I drift west with the books that survived Marie Kondo.
::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::
writer some days, artist on others
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 :::
I forget I was there, only five at the time. I like the story better without me in it.
::: Published in GYROSCOPE REVIEW :::
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 :::
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 :::
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 :::
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 :::