Publication Update


My poem The Defeat of Sophia has been published and featured on for anyone interested. Please feel free to like and share the poem from the publishers site. 

Also, I encourage anyone looking for places to publish to seek them out for an opportunity. They publish some inspiring written pieces as well as beautiful custom made art to go with those pieces they choose to publish.

Thank you all for your support. There is more to come soon!!


Seneca B.

Featured Poem | August

I Live in a Vision

come steep, come shroud
like your mouth       I turn to prunes
decay claymation sprawled from
the back of my throat towards each earlobe

           I live in a vision.  

we don’t taste. we don’t die.
we don’t flip up our lids and
rollback our eyes; I live in a vision

where my palms converge to touch filtered light
and to live within a body sounds like your grandfathers
cane dragging across the linoleum —hoarding a cigarette,
a baseball cap, a bald head, a red chevy cavalier that
your sister got pregnant in because she manifested
Juniper and sighed until she was touched

           I wish you knew me now.

satisfied with feminine skin     alone love in axiom
an entire casket of a person feeling pregnant with neon soul

separate from stomping leaves and moldy soda mugs,
stealing watercolors and hiding journals at the top of a tree,
drinking half & half like milk and pretending I was dead in the grass,

I wish you knew me now.
I live in a vision.  

Featured Poem | July


We took turns exchanging earthquakes in the bathroom
               Kiss me, New Mexico – the tattoo of el diablo
               Spanning her back, knocking on strangers doors
               Because every house looks the same
Silhouette Sophia, a gold dust turned flush when the sky
Parodies the value that paints her mouth

               A placental abruption / one stanza memorized
From the bible, only spoken in Spanish and congregated like a
Love poem passing from one fingerprint to the next

It’s written all over her freckles, a constellation fish and cheap cerveza
Accented with finger-sucking Tajin she transfers to my mouth; no one
Knew she could play the cello, or liked to break into her fathers
House and steal his shoes – out of spite, she never finished anything
Other than an orgasm        but her vocals were versatile and hum like lush gossip

I saw things I’ve never seen again – a crescent moon waist with doubts
and disability, abandoned and palpitating, 102 degrees of afterglow,

                       She still smells like her grandmothers kitchen.

Featured Poem | June

I am stuck in your skin

I am stuck in your skin.

It all stops when I look at you, I am
whittled down into fractions & sea foam,
your limp eyes, a focal folly of submission
and desperation caught hiding in the way you stare
through sums of aphasiac tongues

I negate your abuse : you neglect my negation
Treat guilt like a marriage proposal, in sickness
not health
You’re richer, and for poorer I rent fables
til’ death do us part
like atoms, the breath of matter split
in the space
between the determination on your face and
my inability to look away

Your whites are wet with the intention
to love me until I understand

                        you will let this kill you