the orchards Poetry journal: derry Lights

I watched the sun rise today.
It was beautiful until it wasn’t.
Pink grapefruit juice soured the air.
Fall leaves burned in the sky
Until they were gone and It was here.

minimag: one Exhausted bitch

one exhausted Bitch
that’s me!
absorbing Your laziness
and Your foul disrespect.
my weary head exposes only the

INTERNATIONAL HUMAN RIGHTS ART FESTIVAL: Just Another Sad, Raped Girl: a poem of starlight

Just another sad, raped girl
Young, naive, in toxic obsession
Blinded by fantasies of true love
And tendered, scarring manipulation. 

Literary Heist: Grief

Grief is mean and unbecoming
A cockroach in the light
It scurries away
When you need it most

Expected and unsuspecting…

Soul ink: volume 2 - A Dragon Soul Press anthology | 3:07 AM (print)

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blood & jazz Podcast: a jump rope song (audio)

Children seem so innocent when they’re playing, until you hear what they’re really saying…

YOU MIGHT NEED TO HEAR THIS: WALTZING IN FOUR-FOUR TIME

Dear Mother,
Do I make you proud or are you teaching me a lesson in sacrifice?
Do you criticize me to make sure I don’t take self…

brief Wilderness: locked gates

shackled grief
shackled stares

begets

dubious moans
and lost anticipation…

Quail Bell Magazine: Riot Cowgrrrl

I want to say fuck
I want to say cunt
I want to roll my eyes
At your whiskey dick
And cowboy blues front…

Soul ink: volume 2 - A Dragon Soul Press anthology | A Jump rope Song (print)

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Illumen Magazine: darkness fell (Print original)

Once upon a midnight match, Darkness fell.
It covered field and cities alike with a despair so deep
It burned orange in the clouded sky.
Bursts were silences from peak to peak.

minimag: These Spiders

I feel their legs tickle my goose-bumps
I feel their claws dance upon my weak ankles
These spiders glide across my body when I’m not looking
Every eye dissects my lavender pores
Scavenging for used up skin cells

october hill magazine: to be in Love with Emily dickinson

To be in love with Emily Dickinson
but not myself
To wish for meaning in agony
night after night
To Trust No One but to die wishing I had….

Voice of Eve magazine: An Inestimable Jewel

Only in America
Do we negotiate the terms of our citizenship
If he is elected
If she is elected
I’m moving to Canada…