- “The Sobbing Axe” Wyvern Lit
Two rabbits like bad children hide in a hollow log.
- “Tsunami” Devil’s Lake
All bodies transform // to water and rubble / when confronted with water and rubble.
- “In Every Word a Wardrobe” Superstition Review
If you’ve been devastated by the body, yours or another, then I am with you. I grieve
- “An Accent Like Grief” PANK
How quickly the language we dreamt in becomes the language we no longer use
Abandon the old altars. Leave heaven in ruins
- “On One Hand Hillsides and Houses” Rougarou
His drinking is a kind of peace / the way a pacemaker is a kind of heart
- “Mesrobians Go Thrifting” Sundog Lit
In other words we sift through the sad lives / of the tasteless, their grotesque // paintings of bald eagles and motorcycles
“This Body Which is Water We Call Home” Waccamaw
Often I mistake / the ocean for our home. // Systole, diastole, synonymous / with ebb and flow
- “Elegy/Echo” Vinyl
From her / this world, / this mangled sentence
- “Yours, Alex” Country Dog Review
Leaves discolor / because of what // trees are asked / to hold overnight
- “Nijinsky” Superstition Review
Who watches burlesque for the dancer’s technique // and not the revelation of body
- “Dog Bones” Superstition Review
That’s what you do / when the unexpected happens. // You embrace it; you move on
- “Sequel” Superstition Review
this sequel // ends the way all things end — it ends
- “Rituals of Comfort” Stickman Review
We coil around two conversations: / one a rattlesnake, another a licorice wheel
- “Alterations” 42opus
foam // overwhelmed by the water / of its creation