I've decided to branch out a little bit to widen my reach. From now on I will be cross-posting my poems between this site and Allpoetry.com. I already love it there - the site is beautiful, and the post editor gives recommendations for writings: things like if you are using "weak" words, how similar your…
Across the sky Against the ground My spirit sighs, pants, pumps wings like those of a large bird too heavy to keep pace with smaller tits. Across the sky Against the ground Look up and see a phoenix burning bright defiance but the eruption that begat the firebird hollowed out the past. Across the sky…
There was a small hiccup in production yesterday, but the link should be working now. It includes poems from this blog, such as "A Woman Named Armada," "Bones Like Ballast," "Red Crone and the Wolf," and "Prey of Shore and Sky." Follow this link to purchase: The Soul Without a Summer
The Soul Without a Summer is going live tomorrow on Amazon! I have completed a few last minute edits over the past week, including removing the last section I had entitled Dystopia. The poems in that section were specifically about climate change, and they always felt a bit incongruous when taking in the theme of…
Salvos of memories sail through her mind, each one its own galleon, sloop, barque, frigate forming a most daunting navy. Metal rubs against metal so that no man can see the surface of the sea for her might. Nostalgic sadness, nostalgic gladness — like flotsam turned to bombs shoved in cannons — erupt in battle…
Little flame flickers, licking the air. Afraid to lose its new life, it longs to linger, Made, it decides, to devour with devastating tongue. Partial to pure oxygen, it savors the Sylvan, Looking for tree leaves to flesh out its form. Initiator of warmth for night-bound humans, Greed and impatience urge its emergence. Hurried steps…
As a snake newly shed, wet and glistening and ready to be pricked by hawk’s talon, your body slithers along mine. Dripping poison by the Nile’s tides, perfectly positioned to penetrate, your pointed fangs are sharp pearls I covet to adorn my neck and breast — Beast! Anubis would envy your ease of transformation to…
Soft, yet not like silk — this is soft like a bison’s lips nibbling on prairie grass; like a prairie dog’s warm nose, nuzzling another in a snug burrow; like a burrowing rabbit’s legs kicking, flopping ears across eyes, tooth, and claw; like claws of a cat withholding force just so in play with almost-prey.…
TW: psychiatric ward settingLila Andromeda was born May 18, 1999 to migrant parents who trusted lucky numbers. The five points of a pyramid: a solid foundation to finalize and begin. Hello and welcome, that’s right, breathe, you’re on Earth with us now were their first words to her, immortalized in Momma’s diary. Lila called her…
UPDATE: Official release will be February 23, 2023. A book is coming...! In between not finding a good cover, changing the name, adding and removing poems, and working on other collections simultaneously, Dystopia Down got WAY pushed back. Obviously, since 2021 came and went with no book in sight. The new tentative release date is…
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