Women, Money, Children, Ghosts. Chapbook of poems. 56 pages. Sixth Finch. 2016.
Splendor. Book of poems. 104 pages. H_NGM_N Books. 2015.
Extraordinary Power. Chapbook of poems. 21 pages. Factory Hollow Press. 2014.
B O D Y (1) Your failure / feels treacherous inside you.
B O D Y (2) As if you were a famous and celebrated painting.
B O D Y (3) The cars on the freeway make a gentle windy sound.
B O D Y (4) It is sad / When the brilliant thoughts look cheap or brittle in the light of day
B O D Y (5) A person is a device / For storing information across time
Clinic When the bad thing really happens / you have to figure out a way to decide / that it is not actually bad.
Columbia Journal The culture / invented a flat vivid world to sink into
Gulf Coast A year that felt like billions / could later feel cool, as stone feels cool // Scattered every which way (like breath)
The Harvard Review Take care lest you become a problem
Incessant Pipe in all this / millennia this is your / one time to occur
Jellyfish (As if love were a perpetual garland ringing out over beautifully photographed landscapes.)
Matter You almost love the things you own.
The Nervous Breakdown To be pastel or aqua / or an intense and antique blue
New Delta Review I bought some expensive candles / to make us feel rich
Northern New England Review A wonderful thing about language is to rest your fevered forehead against its cool marble face and know that something was meant…….
Philadelphia Stories My husband lies beside me / like archaeological time.
Route Nine Death being an irrevocable no. // The point at which progression stops.
Rusted Radishes: Beirut Literary and Art Journal Years from now. We’re already inside the memory.
Sixth Finch (1) We lay down as if to die or sleep / in a thicket of desires
Sixth Finch (2) The economy lies / Lightly or tightly // On the Earth / Like a wreath
SPECS You with your list of worries / smoldering. // Might as well / say goodbye to the realistic world.
Tender Now that we are trying to get pregnant / A zygote continuously divides in my abdomen
UCity Review To / live among the technology and materials of the dead // Their / many contributions // jingling / from the sky
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