Atlantis Magazine, 2020Sunday DinnerThe metal clink of her name against mine fills the small space and I think I could live in this quiet forever. poetry
The Shore, 2021The Playlist Reaches "At the Bottom of Everything" Take me back to the car, lift me onto the hood. Listen to paint creak. The deer are done watching. They are crepuscular, catatonic at this hour. poetry
Identity Theory, 2022EuryaleShe was dead before she died, how a serpent writhes without its skull.poetry
Nashville Review , 2022Sounding Him Out 1966— my father sets a field on fire with his friend or his friend's friend; with matches or a gun or cheap fireworks sparking a thin corrosion, a sputtering spine in the sky. poetry