“From the Age of Shifted Nice Things #4405” – Sledgehammer Literary Journal, May 2021
Mike’s mom told us we would never have gardens of our own if we didn’t seek ourselves in the world. Up a dusk hill of dead grass the … Read more
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“Toward the handgun neighbors + heroin people of little river rd,” “Dover, nh, facility for health” – What Are Birds, January 2021
I live above metal now. I live above rats. I like the green stars most. The food took steps through me. The salt became legs. I look at … Read more
Quarantine poem #84 – Night Music Journal, November 2020
They took my in the yellow tunnel of the end 7pm before they start the fire behind the wood piles and piles of t-posts They kept the dogs … Read more
Quarantine poem #163, #169, “Of the gold-collared dogs” – Anti-Heroin Chic, October 2020
With a long knife in the thin reeds in the back trails dressed in ticks and worried inchworms I heard them talking… Read more at Anti-Heroin Chic
Quarantine poem #78, #150, #151 – POETiCA Review, October 2020
I had to listen yellow toys and spiked weeds and yellow and white flowers and a windy marsh love falls on my head with its sheets of fear … Read more
Quarantine poem #166 the virus lands – Lightplay, August 2020
These mosquito dog lands and risen rivers after turquoise morning thunder lands These desert town lands of gas pumps and lightning rods… Read more at Lightplay
Quarantine poem #131, #128, #125 – Stay Journal, July 2020
Late in the heart, beyond the night, worried for the gas station hand, the glass cocoa bottle, emptied of powder, holds wine, with its snapped top, the sheep … Read more
When their underground paradise is extinguished by heaven, n-95 respirator strongly advised – Noyo River Review, June 2020
After it rains big. The poison is black in its clear plastic boxes. Black with ants. Here will be a theme. It can’t consume them. Fear this many- … Read more
Quarantine poem #82: what I saw from the yard – Anatolios Magazine, June 2020
Saw a face in the woods it was in a tree the vast mist of it… Read more at Anatolios Magazine
Quarantine poem #8 – Cabildo Quarterly, May 2020
Pulled by the country Pulled by the continent and its influx Why does fire live in the throat? Squat there? Why is the heart always infected? … Read … Read more