It appears that my poetry chapbook, What Nature Keeps Secret, has quietly gone on sale over on Bitterzoet Press’ Etsy page. Please, if you’re feeling saucy and would… Read more “My first chapbook is up for sale!”
Song of My Self-Doubt
after Walt Whitman Desperate to be sung, I gasp into form, push more of me from me like hot breath in a hollow of… Read more “Song of My Self-Doubt”
Why Poetry?
Because I have a bluebird caught in my throat, And it always needs to sing just one more song.
Self Control
Blue Moon speaks for me tonight. Once a month, it does. That’s improvement. But if I could sing like Frank Ocean, I’d break my own heart… Read more “Self Control”
Cosmic Perspective
“There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on any beach, more stars than seconds have passed since Earth formed, more stars than… Read more “Cosmic Perspective”
“Spiders Don’t Write Poetry” one of the Drabble’s Best of 2017!!!
via Some of Our Favorite Drabbles of 2017
It Must Be Quite Early
dawn broke like she knew me from before, where I sat and said nothing to her, how I watched with open wonder the subtle shake of night… Read more “It Must Be Quite Early”
You’re Supposed to Be My Lab Partner
We used to get drunk on apple cider, watch Fantastic Mr. Fox from the floor. Now, you call me drunk from Ybor; tell me you’re sorry for… Read more “You’re Supposed to Be My Lab Partner”
