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They Called Her Star Dust
I often write about people we’ve lost to make sure they aren’t forgotten. New […]
tear glazed, after William Carlos Williams, unwittingly so.
I watched an SUV barrel through a patch of chickens crossing the road without […]
Chandler
Burning the midnight down to the sacrum, I can’t remember how it felt to create. […]
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Bird Lady
I have absolutely lost my mind and for sure it is never coming back. This year has made a wreck of us all I’m […]
Swallow
Old grief gurgling in the drainis threatening to back up if we don’t dumpsomething carcinogenic on itsome tequilais mocking usto kill three birdswith one […]
Poem Sequence – #1 New Release on Amazon
In November I was asked to write a feature set for the Portland Poet’s Society anthology, ‘You, Me, & The End Of The World’ […]
Well-Oiled Rail Wheel-set
My latest poem Well-Oiled Rail Wheel-set received the honor of being chosen for the first iteration of literary coffee mugs printed and sold by […]
High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program
Published today by Inscape magazine, a short bit of flash fiction horror centered around one of my favorite little conspiracies, the High Frequency Active […]
Hardcover Edition of With Only
My poetry collection, With Only Which She Could Carry, is now available in hard cover! You can get a copy of this special edition […]
Romance
My new poem Romance can be found in the charity anthology Essential from UWA. Scroll down to read it, and then please consider picking […]
Wordlights Poetry Hour on Shady Pines Radio
Poems from my book, With Only Which She Could Carry, will be shared on Wordlights Hour, a weekly segment of Shady Pines Media Radio. […]
Perhaps That’s Been the Story of Life
just as I will miss the full spectrum of sunset shades when the leaves return to the trees, which I can see now only […]
With Only Which She Could Carry: a poetry collection
My new book is now on sale! Here’s the scoop—it’s $12.99 and you can buy it wherever you prefer to buy books. Please consider […]
X Days Since the Gym Membership Lapsed
how much is in a number is an aggrandized revelation, it’s something but it’s not much. to sit with that number imagined as weights, […]
Holiday Season
Full poem published in SPLASH available online, here.
Balloons Flying High
If courage is pushing back at the harrowing heartbeat pull I am a hair tugging lion in the path of a tornado I have […]
Labor Day on Lake Desquietude
I’m beholden by a scar that freckles for the reminder of the sun and such corporeal frailty markers of moments of change, stacking pebbles […]
Launch Pad
Bird by bird the sky is leaving. P. Lawler. The smile is a quick thing to catch in its departure always a sort of […]
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