Poems
2026
Proverbial, The Kenyon Review
Time Only Looks Human, Okay Donkey
2025
heart as double-paned window, Stone Circle Review [nominated for Pushcart]
2024
Not All Words Taste Like Prayer, Journal of Compressed Creative Arts
Leaving Louisiana, The Inflectionist Review
10 poems, Rough-Cut Elegies: An Anthology of Missouri Poets, Spartan Press
3 poems, Gasconade Review
Sunday Afternoons Always End, Lips Poetry Magazine (Laura Boss Poetry Foundation)
(don’t) take me home + Bob Dylan Warned Them, To Light the Trails: Poems by Women in a Violent World, Sídhe Press
2023
Nine Letters, Nine Months, Never Happened, Rise Up Review
Child as Noble Metal, Stone Circle Review
2022
The Scenic Route, Many Nice Donkeys [nominated for Best of the Net]
Three Horses, Muzzles Pointing South, THRUSH
Whale Foam, Sea Honey + red-pickup men pass me & my bike on montlake, Moist Poetry Journal
Pondering Three of Marilyn’s Sketches in Red, Figure 1
Surface Tension, Olney Magazine
3 poems, Well Versed 2022, Columbia Chapter of the Missouri Writers Guild
Order a Coke in Baton Rouge, Work and the Anthropocene anthology, Ice Floe Press
2021
The Half-Life of Sanity, Hyades
Never Stay Where Grief Is Free, Anti-Heroin Chic
To the Old Lady Eating Fries, One/Jacar Press
What Voting Leaves, The American Journal of Poetry
Jitter and Shimmer, Second Chance Lit–The Phoenix Project
Diagnosing the Perfect Avocado, Yemassee
2 poems, Columbia Art League Interpretations VI & book
2 poems, SMEOP: Urban, Black Sunflowers Poetry Press anthology
2020
Stirring the Ashes, Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Prize finalist
4 poems, San Pedro River Review
2 poems, Rock & Sling
26 Letters Refuse to Whisper, LIT Magazine–Corona Chronicle
The Last Hunger, Small Orange [nominated for Best of the Net]
2019
Jitter and Shimmer, Isthmus Review
2017
2 poems, South Florida Poetry Journal
Chiaroscuro
The moon drums its fingers
across Carnelian Lake, shrugs,
waits for the loon cry.
Seckel pears fester on the ground,
soft & meaningless. Blisters
weep for winter, feed
what could become spring.
Could. Conditional tense,
what we wish for. Hope for.
The gaze is everything.
Silence scabs thought
& all dead belong to the King.
God. Religion’s needle,
dull blue bruise. Hurt
means feeling & feeling
means alive. We knuckle
our fear. We hope
our feet to the floor
every morning. A new
song drops & we dance
in the kitchen, throw open
our curtains to the sky.
from my debut collection Talk Smack
to a Hurricane