tanka poem

he bought me those sweetitalian cherries inthe snazzy birdcagewhen he died, all I could tasteis that same peppered cigar

plath//haiku

the pot of coffee//boils on the stove with my head//ensuring my death

aesthetically blue/a pack of smokes on her bed/cotton candy flames

I have ordered ten copies of my micro-chapbook that I will be selling once they arrive. However, you can buy … More

lapis lazuli,eggs borne from zombie living,while he killed me too

she cuts up her chips and beans, making it look like she’s eaten more than she has. whereas I pile … More

musty hotel rooms, leave anxiety awake, with cigarette burns

little knife stabs him//leaving the meat spilling out//onto the patient

So, I wrote a micro-chapbook inspired by David Lynch’s Twin Peaks. I am working on some physical copies, but I … More

Yes, you saw that right! I am a runner up in the Literary Lancashire Award 2021 for my haibun Takamagahara! … More