Counting X’s

always looking down down into the gutter where darkness is born. talking’ through my lashes instead of those orbs that … More

lost in the static // Haibun

dead bodies line the edges of the nineties. mourners threw crystal meth inside the coffin instead of soil. they used … More

A woman’s power is something to behold. As cruel as this world can be, we can turn a bad situation … More

I have been neglecting my books in favour of writing, and I am not happy about this predicament. I have … More

his body between thighs like June asleep. sex not flashing skin is bad. frenzied sexuality, wild with 103-degree fever. Taken … More

Late September, Expat Lit accepted my Georges Bataille inspired poem ‘milk & eggs’. I made my debut there on Thursday … More

Authors Note: I wrote this from the taxi this morning. the taxi smells like urine and the driver decided to … More

how do you feel today? how has your mood been? what’s been on your mind? Today I feel… anxious competitive … More

As impulsive as I am, I have decided to collate a small book of poems and release it as an … More

Authors Note: This is a parody. Miss Gray finishes making her breakfast, consisting of two poached eggs on a bed … More