Poetry

Published in Still Human (Falkenberg Press, 2025)

on my Mom’s body  because well we needed a weekend party.    But now on the bee sting of a Monday morning,    their corporate pronouns  are all tripped up.  […]

I am a man though I believe  I once breathed as a mother   in low sunlight who drank milk  from cows grazed in cemeteries.   Under the same moon  […]

Remember when we stumbled    through that hotel door                with beef and wine         sloshing around         […]

I got a sticker at the blood center for giving away eight pints  over a year: O positive  disbursed into alien veins  yet can I call them aliens  when my […]

Scrub out mutated genes   giving rise to mutated bodies,  bodies we don’t want circulating in our better society.    Lewy minds and cancered lungs float in history, twenty-first century  […]

On a sandy rock outside your shoreline window, a Blue-Footed Booby mocks your sexual stumbling    as you try to caress  Sandy’s right breast but she pushes you out of […]

Published in Still Human (Falkenberg Press, 2025)

Published in Still Human (Falkenberg Press, 2025)

Seven years into divinity,  Sammy plucked his translucent wings free. He needed to slip onto a bar stool  without the pressure of sainthood  pressing down like a crushed  dragonfly dead […]