a bit of glass on my tongue crawling through weeds

*

claiming the subjunctive in the path of life’s fist

*Published in Bones 21

not unlike a meteor cancer wiped her out

*Published in Bones 20

twilight. Every seed in his spine thirsted

*

a rifle. Cast grey from intermittent rain, this dawn

*Published in Bones 19

wilderness

uncle asks

what I cost

*Published in Bones 18

head smashed arguing orange until green

*

alien probe

not bad

for a Monday

*Published in Bones 17