I wanted to find a poem in the dark rain of an afternoon shower, but I found a hollow beneath the bones of my… Read more “Good Morning, Poem”
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!”
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”
Because I have a bluebird caught in my throat, And it always needs to sing just one more song.
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”
“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”
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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”