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

Monday, December 18, 2023

choke

look at that rose
look at it
burning alive

*Published by dadakuku on 12/18/23

Wednesday, December 6, 2023

not sorry

the freedom
in saying
just that

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 12/6/23

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

just a nickel

for the hounds of hell & here
take all the rain in me

*Published by dadakuku on 10/31/23

Saturday, October 28, 2023

foxglove
as if life could ever
be dull

*Published by Scarlet Dragonfly Journal on 9/17/23

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

if only my lungs could cleave each clove

*

then the dawn is nothing more than a particle of an orchid

*

in the bark of a tree like a comma

*

sage or magenta you pick the cause of deceit

*

could pass for gold the charred sea of lust

*Published in the 2023 edition of Under the Basho (PostKu section)

Friday, August 18, 2023

but i
was the wild vine
of twilight

*

ripped begonia
who's gonna
love you now

*Published by horror senryu journal on 8/15/23

Thursday, August 10, 2023

it's not what you think it's about

my hands were wrapped tightly around
the vessel of white clay on the wheel
(spin, spin)
i brought it up and down and then opened the edges
ever
so carefully

i shaped it and pressed my palms
to the side and took the most loving
dips of my yellow sponge in
the water bucket before me to gently form
the outside and the inside, and my GOD

it was beautiful

but the edges were not even
in fact, they were never even, and i
dipped my fingers into the clay without taking
my time to center this lump upon the wheel

i reformed and cut what i could save
tried to love
tried to fix
tried so hard again to love
that unusable pile of mud
but then reminded myself that it's nothing

truly

a few minutes and a few dollars down the drain

literally

and now when people ask if i did everything
that i could do to save my marriage
i shake my head
laugh
and quietly walk away

*Published by Skyway Journal on 8/5/23

Saturday, August 5, 2023

then there are bluebells and butterflies

and maybe
this is the only way i know
how to speak
within the company of other humans
i am water
do you know what i mean?
here but nowhere
and always out of grasp
fingers running and running endlessly along
a creek's bed to no avail

*Published by Skyway Journal on 8/5/23

Wednesday, August 2, 2023

honeysuckle
finally a quiet
place to grieve

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 8/2/23