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ephemeral: officially released!

Hello, my dear fellow friends and poets ~ I just wanted to let you all know that my poetry microchapbook, ephemeral, was released on November 10th by Nightingale & Sparrow, and is available for purchase on Etsy! Thank you so much to everyone who helped inspire me to begin my journey with poetry, especially some... Continue Reading →


if blue could dream, would she dream of you? or share a tear, an inkling, a drop - So far from the ocean from where you came. and if counting starts at 2, is one a paradox? they say you were forgotten, but an eternal echo in a life that ends so soon is also... Continue Reading →

somewhere between the grey

you walk the line of blue grey, or between the winter sky and sea. caverns drown below your stare, as Theseus sinks beneath. a cool that sets the world ablaze, echos a perennial paradox.   bound to books but not by them, a mind woven of mist and petrichor growling in harmony with the earth.... Continue Reading →


you're too alive to be god but just barely. you don’t pull the strings, they pull you apart. creator of nothing, created by all, puppet of the puppeteer, you dream with your eyes wide open and your palms closed. but I too, am dying. love, they say prayers mend the broken, but your stitches are... Continue Reading →

Mojave Heart Review

I've always avoided writing love poems. They never felt real. But recently I have been inspired to give it a go with 3 new poems, and honestly did not expect it to go anywhere. But I gave submission a shot, and low and behold, the lovely Mojave Heart Review was kind enough to publish what... Continue Reading →


sweet sorrow, liquid gold each tear drop, honey covered bee sting. glazed eyes, melting, gentle misery i cannot despise the cuts of crystal sadness or silver sorrow.


Hello friends. I have taken quite the lengthy hiatus. I plan to be back for as many moments as life will allow. In the meantime, I have a poem for you. - Sam she had a fascination with the moon but singed her fingers on the stars. she'd tripped and fallen with the autumn leaves,... Continue Reading →

Winter’s Corset

flames softly kiss the kettle, liquid froths and broils. four stomachs shrink at each stir, cinched by winter’s corset. the coal runs grey, flowering, wilting into tired sparks falling cold and dead. the dog gnaws insistently on a bone nearby, raking it with her teeth like a garden trowel, hoping to sprout meat between them. past a frameless window snow... Continue Reading →

Broken Dreamers

Step right up to the political armchair, flip a coin for a Folk Devil! Scapegoats can't escape your fear-based ICE-laced Koolaid.   Welcome to Alex Jonestown, sip the Red cupped cyanide, raise the curtain smoke screen for White Nights and cage frights.   From the cradle to the courthouse, from the courthouse to the brothel -... Continue Reading →

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