Poems published in various places. For those published in online magazines, click on the title of any fragment to read the full piece.
in the same way we mightwhisper our prayersdeep between diaphragm and intestines so no one else hears them,our mothers bled, their bodiesbecoming One withlife and death,creation itselftrembling.
Everything here is either blue or redbruises from lovemaking, hungry bodies awakeningaway from eyes that named your love a crime. In lettersyou spell the return address as‘Whale’s Tail’ in light language, penned in darkness
In the debris of all the things that happened,I lay my head to rest on this smoulderingEarth, still throbbing with ancestors.
I stand here,desperate to feel the full extent of my becomingand the hunger grows its own teeth
On my travels, I passed the stars.Orion spent years chasing me over the distance of three oceans.This time, I slit his throat and took that belt for myself.No more a whip, now a trophy I keepon the other side of the realmto remember what I learned of injury and anger.I cut and cultivated pieces of his body,hid in them time capsulesto grow kinder myths from decaying memories - postcards I sometimes send to friendsbefore the initiation of yuanfen.
No, you can’t kissher standing on the steps.She wavedclimbing up into the capsule and spilledhis right handbackin my breast pocketIclasped itand undid the throatdropped him.