And everyone with their own air.

Published in Witness Magazine

The rain / tries to remind me that all a cloud is, is collection—and perhaps / I am.

Published in West Trade Review

The rain / tries to remind me that all a cloud is, is collection—and perhaps / I am.

Published in West Trade Review

When you fall as often as I do / (three times a day and once a night), it’s hard not / to disappear into your own shadow puppets.

Published in Pedestal Magazine

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I am behaving / as though the entire / year is here with / me today

Published in Broadkill Review

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I stop, will myself to split the thought in two. / I am always a finger’s breadth away from a gentle danger.

Published in Grain Magazine

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Every name I pull out of my hair is a soft / blow to the spine, decibels for Newtons.

Published in New Limestone Review

there is a two-inch gap behind my books, / a mouth stuffed with shiny aluminum / packaging

Published in Barzakh Magazine

was struck down / sometime last /
night, its Siamese / boughs /
wrenched from / each other

Published in Portland Review

stern man in white coat tells me I have been coddling my young / that my porcelain children have turned rotten and sickly under my care...