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different variations of the same theme
if I squint my eyes, I can see a light snow on the morning of new years eve. if I close them, I see us in cars at night. you’re wearing a black carhartt jacket, cigarettes in the velcro pocket, driving a ten-year-old Ford pickup truck. I’m in the passenger seat, counting each city we…
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offerings
tumult in the way severed branches press against glass. the scratch greets your body, as it jolts and wanes in dreams. we hover in a kitchen, banishing the cracks in linoleum to the corners that escape light. we pour black coffee down our throats. you read Wilde as I read C. D. Wright. I see…
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“shadows” — all of the light of all of our selves, all at once
(published through Bottlecap Press 2024) I feel like I’m shouting into the void a lot, lately. it’s been years since I’ve posted here. nevertheless, I’m floored to share my (new and first!!) poetry chapbook with you guys. ya’ll were always so supportive when I wrote daily, raw and often weird posts, and I’ve truly and…
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:in hollows
lapsing with morningwe subsist on gaps and fissures you, idle in the doorwaysay you’re too porous I decide to laze elsewherethere are raw holes in the cupboards but I can’t quite fitI could wrestle with space under the bed but it’s busywith broken-down boxes in the closet’s nooksbetween coats I command hooks to housemy flesh…