Published Works
Poetry:
Repossession,
Djed Press
Hands, reaching.
Red hearts.
All the times
I have swallowed teeth.
The blood that drips
when I bite my tongue.
—
The Poet Falls In Love,
Words Dance
poetry enters—
brings me flowers
and a hundred different words for them:
bloom, spring, the rise
and fall of your breaths.
—
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.
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