Poetry

Maiden of the Southern Forest,
Heroines: An Anthology of Short Fiction and Poetry Volume 3

The sword is
the maiden
calm in the face of combat
harmonious in movement
   —to expand the body
is to carve the space
it needs to move through

—

A Denotation,
Baby Teeth Journal

I didn’t spit it out until years later
when it was almost too late

when it was almost a whole
person inside my person

—

Self-Reflection as My Witness,
Going Down Swinging

And in the distance
between us, I wonder: who
is cutting her fruit? How
many oranges in her kitchen
are left whole?

—

Repossession,
Djed Press

Hands, reaching.
Red hearts. 
All the times
I have swallowed teeth.

The blood that drips
when I bite my tongue.

—

Sagittarius A*,
Underground Writers

In the heart of this collapse
lies a frontier of no return, and
if you place your body on the
mouth
of the horizon, time, for once in its life,
is forgiving.

—

No Man’s Land,
The Rising Phoenix Review

You are already
so much closer to
becoming.

—

[complete archive of poems between 2014-2016]