Stay tuned for forthcoming work in:
- The Big Issue
- Nifty Lit
My poems are sending me postcards from their travels.
Those Places We Melt Into
What does it look like out your window? Out mine this spring flurry fills the gap between trees. ::: Published in QUIBBLE LIT:::
Big Talks with Big Brothers
I don’t want to tell him Joe Rogan isn’t a deity. ::: Published in DECOMP JOURNAL:::
Not Yours for Truth Seeking
Stop romanticizing fly fishing. Don’t name yourself brother to the sky’s white rattling throat. ::: Published in SCAPEGOAT REVIEW:::
Yesterday I Worried About Money
Like all secrets, waiting in dusty corners to dart when the door doesn’t latch behind. ::: Published in PLAINSONGS :::
Driving Directions: from Landlocked to Edge of Something
I drift west with the books that survived Marie Kondo. ::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::
Up into the Ocean
No one believes he has risen. Even the street-corner prophet stops replacing his megaphone batteries. ::: Published in THE AVENUE :::
What to Do with Poems
I serve the ones who looked like me using silver inlay plates that cannot be microwaved. ::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::
Deploy
My grandfather’s fingerprints trace the pathway from the makeshift bedroom to the bathroom. ::: Published in THE AVENUE :::
Exoskeletons and Wolfpacks
Like the forest, we’re held together by web lines seen only when weight is shifted back and forth. ::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::
Sorryoholics Anonymous
My name is daughter, wife, woman and I am eroding into one reliance: sorry. ::: Published in THE AVENUE :::
#vanlife
It’s tiring: calling everyplace home. ::: Published in FEVER DREAM :::
Origin Story of a Divorce
I forget I was there, only five at the time. I like the story better without me in it. ::: Published in GYROSCOPE REVIEW :::
Quieting for Connection
Every story follows one of seven archetypes; Voyage and Return is most popular, followed by Rebirth. ::: Published in THE WONDROUSLY REAL MAGAZINE :::
Home on Four Rubber Legs
Who owns the sentimentality I traded for cash. ::: Published in OPEN DOOR MAGAZINE :::
On Discovering a Grave
Underneath must be a collection of bones— ::: Published in THE SHORE :::
On Turning Thirty
Did I look away when you brushed your ambitions behind your ear? ::: Published in ARTHROPOD JOURNAL :::
Organ Donor
With my left hand I flick Morris code into my sternum. ::: Published in ARTHROPOD JOURNAL :::
Where to Next
I’d think it all perfect if not for a store-bought drone ripping it all open ::: Published in BLOOD MOON POETRY :::
A Woman Walking Alone
Twisting into every dead end, I’m deserving of my place here ::: Published in FOLIO :::
TO CARRY
It’s not for us to find them in the magnetic starfish, ::: Winner of the 2021 Icebreaker Prize, in SPARKED LIT MAG :::
VISITING BENNU
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 :::
FROST BITE
Can you know how close a gun is by the bullet’s echo? ::: Published in RISING PHOENIX REVIEW :::
YOUR BREATH ON MY ARM
night swimming, we pass between days ::: Published in THE DILLYDOUN :::
Your Name in Ink
rolling across delicate metatarsals.
Four letters, put in your order–
artificial gravity
fastening me to ground.
LINDS SANDERS 