Snowflake Magazine

an ode to softness

soft is white sheets fresh from the dryer—

is eyelids closed and contemplative—

is fingers traveling down.

soft is not the quiet of mourners—

is not found in holy books—

is not a butterfly wing, too delicate and fragile to touch.

soft is a sigh—

is the sand that caresses the space between toes—

is a dying rose petal, brown edges curling inward.

soft wants to fill all the empty space—

wants to hold hands with the devil—

wants to dive down into the depths.

soft is ragged page of a favorite book—

is the wind that brings change—

is the heart of a poet.

bubblegum black

Hey friends! I’m have big news to announce; my brand new chapbook with Bottlecap Press! I’ve been working very hard on this for the past year and it’s finally here to share with you all! This chapbook, “bubblegum black” is about love of others and self. I’m so proud of this work and I’m so proud to share it with you. You can purchase it today at https://bottlecap.press/products/bubblegum

grim and gilded

the alchemy of us


the alchemy of us

(after e.e. cummings)

what is it about you and I

the chemistry that we do

exponential scratches on a page, not

unknowable, but a perspective only we know.

an alchemy of what

you are, what we are, what it 

is, 

skin inked with equations about

cellular reactions within me, within you

combustion that

awakens the us, and also closes

what would you say if I told you that I dream of you and

in those dreams, your smile opens

me, lays me bare, not only

removing my clothing but something 

entirely more, you see written deep in me

a language engraved on my bones that your mouth understands

you read in my entrails the

gospel of my voice

you steal my breath and use it as your 

own, hold a magnifying glass to my eyes

and inside the retina behold all that is,

all that was, and you tell me that this dream is

a holy offering of water from a well deeper

than the blood that pours from our joined veins, and redder than

the petals of a thousand roses