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 and…

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.

Hypnos / Dark Labour / Buzzards / 1995

Hypnos There are red shutters on the curve  of his past collisions – I don’t know what he’s doing, the agitated consistency, the cleft uncollected; I wake up and the first thing I do is remember the accidental atrophy of his arm multiplying its weight across the side of my body – whole dandelions of…

Publication Update | 3

Four pieces of mine are soon to be published within the upcoming months…   “Capote” and“Unknown Things” – North of Oxford – TBP on November 15th   “From Your Feet” – Pamplemousse at Northern Vermont University – TBP in their next Issue (Vol. 4, No. 2)   “Fourteen Different Sighs” – Breadcrumbs Magazine in Brooklyn -TBP this December as Breadcrumb #444

Fourteen Different Sighs

There were fourteen different sighs in my vocabulary, he said, ten times a week. Ten times fourteen is one hundred and forty, and one plus four is five – and five is one of five numbers that doesn’t make me nauseous, like dirty four. How he’d say the number arbitrarily just to watch one of…

From Your Feet

invade me with your hot mouth risen from your feet / a fire of bread / harvesting double legs coals of your pelvis a lesson, aroma, father / Flour subdued swelling / Grainy arms I hunger to eat the morning that flares from your body dawn disrupts me when you are near / the science…

Capote / Unknown Things

Capote I live in venerable skin of temple, fermented and collapsing,  damned and haunted by the eradication of how all at once  you existed  alabaster emblem coughing and leaving earthquakes  along the potholes and sidewalk weeds, you snuff the paparazzi,   pelicans and pecans invading chin and belly – a bellow  of monologue stampeding the…