Point of Impact
When you left this world, I was driving back roads that coiled through pine-shadow & crooked/fenceline
Sanctuary
Agatha scrapes open the rusting backyard gate, and a chorus of yips erupts from the inside…
Point of Impact
Before I knew you’d died, I was driving/backwoods dirt roads, just/outside the small town we used…
Communion
At four, I knelt in the garden beside my grandmother, hands full of seed, as she…
Chrysalis
A clump of five boys Devan’s age sat in the back row closest the emergency exit.…
Scavenger
My dog sees it first,/her sleek silhouette/stiff & still &/bristled at the scent.
Home-Grown Serotonin
This year I did something I never thought I’d do: I went off my medication for…
Mycelium
I am not a tree, ascending/ to reach the heavens./Although I’m not quite grounded
BULB:
a found object sculpture on liminality and queer identity The elements present in this piece are:…
Pride & Joy
I’m having a hard time feeling the same level of pride and euphoria I usually feel…
Ancestry
I walk a thin and unkept road of rocks,/of dirt & roots, of things forgotten—lost/& found.
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