Adonis, The Identity 

Adonis, I call you – in every poem where you are mentioned without name. Adonis, the heartbreak. Adonis, the trapezoid. Adonis. Adonis. Full force. Sticky fingers, Adonis, judgmental jubilee emancipated by scientific opera. Adonis, the unknown. Adonis of the Vikings. Adonis, and starving, estranged, enabling entropy with phallic dust and influencing Enoch with singular gasps….

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…

Hybrid Florae

You left your handwriting on a restroom wall in fuchsia ink,grimy prints from blood bitten lips       Damon & Soto, quickto fashion James Dean – if he were bougainvillea and lacedhis own lungs with hybrid florae You’re as dirty as the street corner      I’m impatient,anticipating what impulsive words you’ll soil next, tripping…

Poem of the Month | May

Rubble Girl   I had written this somewhere, on a napkin I think   “I am the underground”, I say, as I am rubble, as I forget to mention that I detonate into existence to a whistle of bats, the rev of my mutation, I upgrade,   Pick myself up every day, meet my barrier,…

Black Brooklyn, Bad Baby

The cover for my upcoming book. So excited and relieved to have this chapbook completed! As of now, there is no official release date as I am currently working on submissions. However, an ebook will be available in the coming weeks. For now, you can sample some of the books poems at the following link!…