Some Loves

It is not for me to coddle what is left of this raging, wild hope some loves turn tricks – some loves swallow you like pills and nestle the flush in your cheeks like pillows – some loves disaster love, purposely – some loves pause with anxiety that leads to adultery and the return of…

Franišek Kupka

I cracked back my jaw to feign an old life and it sounded like you old man eucalyptus, myth – František Kupka in a fog somewhere between Venice Beach and Notting Hill just outside of Crazy Horse between dry pines and consequential fire, maybe the skeltons of rainier cherries have tracked you with temper and…

Five Thousand Cancers

Palm Springs, an envious devil scratching my skin with sand scum and cactus soap – still I love desert kin and a 97° shade of palm, the way two lovers sing broken off psalms with the crests of mouths reminiscent in palate of blackberry dessert in a grandmother’s kitchen How deep did you center yourself…

Amygdalai Lama

Time stood still somewhere inside of Sedona. Ripped up jeans and stale chicharrons plunging from your mouth as your voice box echoed ruins aside Chapel of the Holy Cross. You expected God to rip herself from the dirt and kick you in the shins, as all women – kissing you mouth to mouth so hard…

Tart Smack

I keep bubblegum wrappers with notations, your vice villanelle cherry pop and pancreas Polyjuice, an exchange of habits and horror story whores emasculated by the way you tiptoe around the side of a wet pool, avoiding splinters and slips of nipples with your bad knees    bad vibes    bad juju. I’m jealousy. Full-bodied jealousy. Full-bodied and…

Sucker Punch

  I’m a sucker for lust like a sickness in itself to lick the clavicle off of your chest, tongues impaling and pretentious with your level of distorted perversion and psychosis, I envy all the atoms that get to live inside you, creatures crawling around undeserving and dictating the way in which you eat bread…

Hollywood Mus(e)ic

It must hurt to be him. A Sun King embalmed into one, specific love. Married to the widow and jumping coasts as if all things were fine full floating feral, of all things – ferociously virile and written into the strategy of superior design,           he wanders the streets again, Only…

NAILED Magazine

re(mix) has been published by NAILED Magazine. I am so stoked to have a publication of this magnitude pick up my work. Go check it out! And share if you can.

Foliate Oak Literary Magazine

My poem North has been published with Foliate Oak Literary Magazine. Click on the picture and you’ll be redirected to their site.