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

*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
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


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


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

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
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


a few minutes and a few dollars down the drain


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

finally a quiet
place to grieve

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

Tuesday, August 1, 2023

a single violet

now everything
is precarious

*Published by dadakuku on 8/1/23

Monday, July 31, 2023

 the ache behind my last life
as a rose


when every shade of night fades into us


cut grass
the drudgery
of sameness


dandelion fluff
sometimes i just
want to be

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 7/30/23

Wednesday, June 14, 2023

but it has always been this way
that the bones of the dead
nourish the land


lilac bush
i no longer have
illusions about my goodness


dearest maple
i am tired
of being the wind

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 5/25/23

Monday, June 5, 2023

acid mt. fuji

my room is dark, save for the glow
of my computer screen
& i'm moving to music
moving with music as if
i were no longer human
but a verdant leaf or hydrangea
or a pile of dried earth that lifts & twists
with each burst of hot wind
i touch
the air behind the air & finally
remember the space
between my lengthy dreams
& you weren't there
as you had previously always been
& perhaps
this was simply a chance
to be the person i was

*Published by Skyway Journal on 4/24/23

Saturday, June 3, 2023

not even spring
my hands rush to greet
the freshly bloomed daffodils

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 5/9/23