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,  …

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.

Carnivore

There is a carnivore alive inside of you when you stare at me without blinking, I can hear what you are trying not to think, like an abundance of greed caving in all around you, it echoes in your eyes     …..     there is no free will / the indents in our…

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…

Publication Update | 4

Multiple poems have been picked up by Terror House Magazine – and will be published Friday November 9th at 3pm EST @ terrorhousemag.com Hypnos Dark Labour Buzzards 1995 You can read the poems now at this link courtesy of Terror House Magazine

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

Poem of the Month | August

Whose Hustle I look like the homeless, in Grateful Dead in unbrushed, in dingy coffee mug and the same native man makes five trips around the block selling silver and onyx, peeking in store windows, asking me if I’m interested I can respect the hussle, but dont make me yell at you about my fucking…

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!…