Poetry and Prose

he follows the labyrinth of my arteries and overgrows into them. he stretches for sun so green a waxy leaf cupping beneath […]

a numbers game

My friends and I would play a game in middle school reserved for the crackhead hours of our sleepovers – the hours […]

{at glacier national park} at glacier national park, the virgin sleeps in rock between giants of ice slipping away into warm pools, […]

Read the first chapter of Nowhere Where the Honeybees Live.

something is scraping up the inside of my ribcage tapping the bone for maple syrup seeping out a brown glossy shimmering nectar […]

at times the evenings feel like acid wash decay, personal microcosms with windows sealed shut and the incessant patter of rain like […]

the arch of my foot hurts Google tells me I’m dying my poetry’s getting worse it’s like I’m not even trying it’s […]

Jenny runs her polished fingers over his hair, smoothing it down to contour his head in just the right places. She smoothes […]

He’s born in the middle of the woods. He’s born beneath stars scattered across the sky, disorganized and unaware they’re that way. […]