Boi/Fire

i’ve come to soften the sound
in corners granting entry into the 
aggregate
leaching blood from your body to make 
the most of looking at…

poem | eulogy

Old Horses Go out to Pasture

on emissions failure

Intro to The Crooked Circle

A Medium Publication

Unrequited

Mostly an excuse to share some fun poetry prompts

The Crooked Circular: Issue 1

soon to be a collector’s item

SHORT FICTION

The Dodo is Extinct

A Short Story

Poetry

What if I’d Been Me?

on reflection and authenticity

Poetry

Rewrites

freefab verse on a concrete slab

Poetry

Absinthe

A poem that neglected to pour slowly over sugar

Prey

How I learned to fear sleep