"They were shaped like a hum and wavered a smeared lens, lonely and speculative. I pulled out my list of baby names and started assigning childhoods."

Hums, Murmurs

"The overgrowth creeps out of my sleeve and stretches past my fingers, clasping my hand into a gentle fist in resolution with a biblical elegance on the brink of religion."

Overgrowth and Dead Leaves

Time Travel

"She wanted to blow the biggest bubble, so large that it would orbit her and call her mother."

The Creation Story

"I'm building a house / but that sounds really hard / so I am being built in a house."

Two Poems: Interior Design, Flighty

I dreamed of living in a sandcastle by the sea, / for a breeze to stir my moping wind chimes / like a carousel, loping.

The Promised Land

"if you strum it before metamorphosis, would the vibrations crumble them to the inner barrel, or wake the butterflies prematurely as they stare at heaven’s trembling gate posts and listen to the angels?"

The Woodland Instrument Store

Why a Laundromat?

"In a hotel room, they rent The Game of Life and laugh. How ridiculous, pink and blue pegs for children, more color options for cars than people.”

Forward-Thinking

"One is crowned king and flooded with gifts. They pass the crown often; to ensure equality is to ensure everyone will attend the funeral. One last cake."

Birthday Parties

Windowsill Roadkill is a zine of an original poem about reincarnation and environmentalism containing hand-drawn illustrations and ink stamps of woodland creatures.
"I was born in the forest of crystals and violins, berry thistles, canary whistles—"

Windowsill Roadkill

"It is supposed to be cleansing, / purifying, / repentance for the filth / and germs collected—"


Soap and Religion

"I shook magic 8-balls long before / flirting with religions."

Disbelief

"Moonstruck curiosity follows its collusions / across canisters and fishing line, / waiting for it to disappear in a dark corner, / but the tent stretches on. "


Boy Scouts

"You stare out the window that ruptures two foggy atmospheres: your soft exhalations / and the biting whisper that lurks just outside / as your head tilts toward the latter / and rests on expectation / that glass will never shatter."


A Bus Window in Mankato, MN

"...and loves it / the way he loves the sound of coffee brewing black / because to sugarcoat / neglects the maturity that comes / from the bitter enrichment of truth."

A Morning Far Away

"They can trust her reflective jewels / of honest opacity and candor, / and the flock echoes her parable / aria."

Sky Aria

dedicated to those that felt more at home sleeping over at a friend’s house growing up

Slumber Sugar

"I potted and killed all varieties of flora, raised them for slaughter, all in hopes of a fresh salad for  her rotting candy teeth."

The Chocolatier

"Cabin socks are lured across the tiles, sticking as they shuffle / when a creak disrupts the scuffle."

Ashley Gilland

Selected work