Poetry
A Gorgon at the End of the World
Graveside Press
July 2025
So, she struck out, no destination in mind,
because destinations no longer mattered.
Every direction was death,
if you were lucky,
Small Wonders, Issue 17
November 2024
“I can hear them scrabbling,
arguing,
slicing into each other…”
Musing Publications: Bloom and Blossom
May 2023
“we, I, you, are the paradox, the sad and glorious, violent and repressive, the known and the unspoken. “
Rogue Agent
December 2021
“We meet at the table, our phones the plates, our voices the utensils, our pain the food.”
Beyond Words Literary Magazine
January 2021
“Loving you is eating sunshine-infused glass, naked, on a park bench in January and liking it.”
The Chaffey Review
January 2015
“inside that stucco house where chili pepper and cayenne sizzled through the air, and rosaries dripped from surfaces.”
Grounded
July 2014
“Long before crumpled metal and flames, they were fire, lava furies taunting the darkness with their light. “