Thlok when drunk.
Thlok for deer.
Thlok for you to fail.
Thlok when you can’t thlok.
Thlok chips on the poker table.
Thlok your name being called.
Thlok falls down.
Thlok shut up.
Thlok talk about their children.
Thlok hard work.
Thlok jolt a finger.
Thlok beer poured into a glass.
Thlok guitar pedal.
Thlok your partner.
Thlok you have no interest in.
Thlok two packs a day.
Thlok typing with mitts.
Thlok silent manner.
Thlok wind machine.
Thlok opinion without listening.
Thlok fast asleep.
Thlok two big sticks.
Thlok fish swims away.
Thlok across the street.
Thlok thawing snow in spring.
Thlok thoughts during sex.
Thlok man mansplaining thlok.
(originally published in The Disappointed Housewife, Summer 2021)
meat on the heart
he told me
gaze the world
their glossy aura
(originally published in Ink Sac, Winter 2021)
is what kailee says after
our boss says bang! dead
he asks who wouldn’t have
shot a dog that’s clearly at
its end and she walks out
of his office sits down by me
and says he was showing
me grotesque pictures
and I said I know
I overheard half his
ear is gone
I still have two
what I perceive as
in their conversation
as in yes I know
I hung the wifi
in his office
and I have
a diagonal view
of it from the
I call my desk and
it irks me to see
I would not
invest in the
owning a gun
will tear down
(originally published in Jokes Review, Summer 2020)
The guitar hides from the sun– a shadow
of someone familiar singing. To bare my snake
skin wrapped around this temporary home.
Green of smile. Holes of jeans. Sweat
of beetles. Let me keep a tambourine
nearby. I want to make sound in the spotlight.
(originally published in Academy of the Heart and Mind, Fall 2020)
Tell me your wildest
vacation fantasy. There,
we will visit our home.
I dream of caves–
The drop, the black bat,
we’ll forget light
and its animal skin.
(originally published in eGoPHobia, Fall 2019)
Strong Baboon, I lost all sense of language
Duck Angel, blue clouds are turning dark
Anchored Cheetah, chase my spirit away
Smiling Lion, Naked Genie, give your lust & longing
Horned Horse, may one day you breathe flame
Lost Dog, you have seen my lover
Furless Cat, may my home become yours
Hunchback Hyena, I, too, holler at the edge of a roof
Tender Dove, may you pass these tigers safely
Galloping Bat, may we find a bed deep in a cave
(originally published in Artvilla, Spring 2021)
Palm to neck– tactile hypocrisy. My Adam’s apple,
weren’t my lips once sweet for Jesus? Crucifixion
was puberty lapping holy water in adulthood’s
church, blessed be hope. To remake myself
is a perpetual game of jacks and marbles
rolled by someone older. Rejecting rules,
I say I’ll get better.
(originally published in Eunoia Review, Winter 2019)
same as spit
on a band room floor
without knowing we are all
holding information too
great to actually understand
mouths into the sea
to conformity’s beat
suntan lotion and absurdism
smother meaningless philosophies all
over your skin and block out the rest
(originally published in Ghost City Review, Winter 2019)
under banana light
soda chemicals fizzle
out tubes in the wall
on the floor
a brown apron
(originally published in Literary Yard, Summer 2018)
A cave, a raven horse-
hoofed sunlit human. Your journey
to know you forward: yourself
tar. Orange toward opening.
Darkness, fire, form,
(originally published in Indiana Voice Journal, Winter 2018)