Gone Wit’ Smoke

Author’s Note: I’m a Northern Girl (U.K.), and I come across this way of speaking very often. She were left … More

At the Gates of Dawn

For Syd Barrett He sits cross-legged on the stage of Glastonbury. Up high in a tree, lost in a field … More

A cento using lines from Diane Seuss’ Frank: Sonnets’ I am a little Frank O’ Hara. Drowned in shallow water. … More

This poem is a reject from a recent competition. Time is the longest distance between two places. —Tennessee Williams Like … More

The shadows move in their pre-dawn mirage. Birdsong haunts the lukewarm streetlight like a black comedy. This hoop is a … More

TW: Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Depression, Anxiety, Complaints, Mental Illness. Do you know what it feels like to drown surrounded by … More

Why does a poet need to write a bookif their soul cannot be tethered to a hook?The scene is insular … More

A descending staircase cuts into a 4 o’clock afternoon. A basket of dates, while exotic, make the metal ores reflect … More

Cutting Corners is my new interview series, and my first guest is Cody Sexton of Anxiety Press. He is the … More

I have rarely won anything in my life. The last thing I won was a raffle at an open mic … More