Published Works


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

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

complete archive of poems between 2014-2016