Recent Work
aubade knowing you hate photographs
death asks what i’ve been doing with my hands
i can’t believe i let corporate america make me cry
i try to abstain from living but keep doing it anyway
Brooklyn Poets “Poet of the Week”
after discovering my mother removed the razor blades from my bedroom while i was at school
the oxford guide to owning a body
my depression as punishment for desire
i hate to admit i started
what if the end of everything is sex
my brain as supernova
nothing except gravity