Rust and Moth, 2023Central LineLately I’ve been rattling like pennies when I walk, and turns out, all the black holes lead to me.poetryspacecancersicknessblack holes
Ice Lolly Review, 2023you asked me what i write poetry aboutSo when I say I am a poet, condemn me as a thief. I make myself avoid the appearance of listening (page 34)poetrywriting
Split Lip Magazine, 2023Benediction and #4 Clippers she teases, "don’t get me pregnant, that’s the old wives’ tale." maybe she implies wives are swept off their feet, or maybe kneeling can name any floor an altar.poetryreligiontransgenderhair
Portland Review, 2023RuminantiaI used to clean her yard of remnants, slotting femurs and calves into a bucket, so they wouldn’t decompose near her zucchini. She saved each piece on hooks in her basement. She was trying, I think, to build her own framework of a deer. poetryspeculativefamilydeer