October 22, 2024
Step into my cauldron — I will bring you to a slow simmer, unspooling your stories with your ligature…
March 20, 2024
Air’s pearl-strung with tears of salt and husks of hibiscus. Low lying clouds extend dusk like an oilcloth across the western horizon,
March 12, 2024
She stopped to pluck the tender notes from every melody and cawed discordant words into my each attempt at poetry
July 1, 2023
February 1, 2023
Her gaze was as uncertain as her every step. And although the moon was bright and the stars graceful, no one seems to notice…
May 29, 2021
