Tuesday, December 17, 2024

blink & all roads converge into a comma

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 12/14/24

Thursday, August 1, 2024

all this dusk burning my story

*Published in Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 6/25/24

Monday, July 8, 2024

ossify

and all i felt was the slowly
exploding bomb in my face (a fairly
inconsequential setback, perhaps)

*Published by dadakuku on 7/8/24

Sunday, June 30, 2024

and maybe it was too hard

for you
to stop the ivy
from spreading
from choking off
the oak

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 6/25/24

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

solstice or the inferno of same same

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 6/25/24

Saturday, June 15, 2024

so you crush moonlight

i too
fight the past tense

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 6/2/24

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

lorem ipsum

the forests
i have created

the forests
i cannot burn

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 6/2/24

Saturday, June 1, 2024

everything is on fire

or not. the water remains in the same damn
decimal place

*Published by dadakuku on 6/1/24

Saturday, May 25, 2024

it's like when

a song slowly weaves itself
into your body
your bones
do you accept? you hear
what? you may ask
the gift of being unraveled
and respun into something more
like when the night
gives birth to a sky full of stars
or when we set fire
to a pantheon of unholy gods

*Published by Skyway Journal on 5/25/24

Friday, May 17, 2024

i'm here

said the crow to the dagger to the worms who
ate
you
in
(side)
out

*Published by dadakuku on 5/16/24

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

the ways we hate why the moon hides

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 3/9/24

Sunday, March 24, 2024

a human
but also
an orchid

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 3/9/24

Friday, March 15, 2024

to feel peace
again
poppies bloom

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 3/9/24

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

soft rain
i give myself
permission to fail

*Published by Haikuniverse on 3/13/24

Sunday, March 10, 2024

a lobster boiling, unaware
of course
death has many names

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 3/9/24

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

saw(dust)

but then you remember the taste of ginger
how it felt upon your tongue

*Published by dadakuku on 3/6/24

Monday, January 1, 2024

prison math

i was 17
& you were 28

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 12/31/23