Poetry

For poetry published at literary journals, please see the Published Work page.

This is a poem done differently—

a love poem in moments

I know there’s no such thing as mine.

Watch me return, over & over

In all my mythology, there are only two loves.

The goldenrod are dying, and you are sure you’re doing all this wrong.

Your mother went dormant long ago and you live so far from the caldera, now.