Monday, March 16, 2026
Update and Women in Horror Month
Wednesday, January 7, 2026
Update Jan. 7, 2026
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Update Dec. 10, 2025
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Sunday, November 2, 2025
A Food Court in Hell is now available!
Another poem about the moon
I watched A Trip to the Moon. They knew
firing a bullet-shaped rocket to the moon
wouldn’t get us there. They knew there probably
wasn’t snow on the moon. They knew
mushrooms probably didn’t grow
in the caverns on the moon.
They knew there were probably no moon people.
Now, more than half a century since the moon’s mysteries
have been dispelled, it sits, a particularly unscenic rock,
like a dingy Nixon-era tourist attraction somewhere
in Nebraska, covered in footprints and fading flags.
But we also know now that the moon is the result
of a collision between Earth and some other planet,
dust of our dust, shard of our shard, and from here,
the winter moon is still bright and silver, and the
summer moon is warm and golden,
and still, we photograph it, and we paint it,
and we conjure gods from it, and across 1,000 miles
you and I text each other to ask,
Have you seen the moon tonight?
And even when you say, No, it’s overcast here,
we can still, for a moment, walk together
with the Selenites
through lunar snowfall.
Wednesday, October 22, 2025
Update October 22, 2025
were found in the Hula Valley,
carved from the wing bones
of teal and coot, unearthed along
with hundreds of other bones,
an avian Golgotha, as if the
archaeologists had been assigned
an impossible task by a king or a god:
Among these bones, you must find
the seven that still sing.
Bones were a popular prehistoric
material. We have found fish hooks
and harpoons, pendants and
ornaments, but by far, the favorite
subject of Neolithic artisans was
animals. Of course it was—
in those early days of agriculture,
when we were still trying to wrestle
obedience from boar and aurochs,
when we still lived cheek-and-jowl
with the things we killed or could be
killed by, when your falcon returning
empty-clawed meant going to bed
hungry, we fashioned our bone
talismans, wore them on a string
around our necks.
The flutes still bear microscopic
evidence of having been used. Over
twelve millennia ago, humans put
these instruments to their lips and
blew, entire sagas still lingering in
teeth marks and phantom spit.
Now, scientists have replicated the
flutes. When played, they emit a high
screech. They may have been used
for music, but mainly, they were
thought to be early duck calls,
emulating kestrel and sparrowhawk—
bird bones to catch birds. That feels
mythic, too, and indeed, scientists
wonder if this wasn’t a way to try
and commune with those creatures of
the sky. Raptor totem, we sing,
ave, ave, ave.
Across the ages, we have distanced
ourselves from such bonds. Yet,
when migration season comes round
again, we plan to return to the valley
to test out our version of the aerophones,
to see if the old magic still holds,
to see if we can draw the birds to us,
to put bone to our lips and blow.
If the flute makers could see these
skies now, if they could see hear how
silent the forests and marshes have become—
Soon, there will be nothing but
decoys and recordings.
Soon, the echoes will have faded,
and there will be nothing left to us
but our pale imitations, a memory of song, a dream of flight.
PUBLICATIONS
APPEARANCES
Thursday, September 18, 2025
Update Sept. 18, 2025
I will be a featured reader along with Susanne West and Elisabeth Sennitt Clough at the Saturday Literary Salon, Saturday Oct. 4 at noon CT. Open mic to follow so if you tune in, please bring something to share!
Tuesday, July 22, 2025
Update July 22, 2025
I had four poems appear in Bards of a Feather: Wings of Golden Syllables, Volume 2, including, "Imping," "Anting," "Plastic Flamingos," and "Blackbird Trapped."
Tuesday, July 1, 2025
Update July 1, 2025
My poem, “Hades and Persephone’s Pillow Talk,” is in the latest issue of Gyroscope Review.
UPCOMING APPEARANCES
On July 22, 6 pm PDT, I will be the featured reader at the Time to Arrive Poetry Reading and Open Mic. Hope to see some of you there!
Monday, June 9, 2025
Update June 9, 2025
Thursday, May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 Update
Friday, February 28, 2025
February News
AWARD
I received this earlier this month. Thank you to the SFPA for this honor. Here is the winning poem, "Little Brown Changeling."
PUBLICATIONS
My poem, “At Culver’s Drive-Thru,” is in the latest issue of Locust Shells Journal. Many thanks to the editors for including my work.
“Father” is in the New Feathers 2024 Anthology (print). Thank you to editor Wade Fox.
IN THE KING’S POWER
In the King’s Power is now complete – books 1-6 are now available as ebooks on Amazon/Kindle Unlimited. Thank you to my readers for following this series. Ratings and reviews are welcome, and I am always happy to supply reviewer copies.
Wednesday, January 29, 2025
January News
Wednesday, January 15, 2025
In the King's Power - Part 6 Cover Art and Excerpt
THE coming weeks were every bit as hard as Clayton had imagined they’d be.
After he treated and bandaged the wound, Alyssa began to speak, haltingly at first. He’d picked up a few leatherbound journals in town, as well as some pen and inks, and now, he asked her permission to take notes as they talked. She granted it.
Their progress was interrupted the following day when she took the bandage off. The scalding metal had done nothing to mar the dessin itself—just the flesh around it. Clayton explained that, from what he’d learned from talking with Thia and her Red Garter friends, the dessin was created using alchemical inks, formulated with powerful enchantments. Occasionally, women who’d managed to escape their husbands and keepers found ways to black out the marks, but that was all. Even an alchemist or a healer could not erase it completely. They could remove the colors, but the woman would still be left with a ghostly outline.
Alyssa became quite hysterical at that. She howled, she screamed, she pounded the walls with her fists until she fractured her knuckles, and blood ran down her arms. If she were any other mental health patient, Clayton would recommend a sedative, anti-anxiety medication, but with Alyssa, that just wasn’t an option.
Outwardly, he kept his cool, holding her when she finally wore herself out, tending again to her injuries. But inwardly, he was heartbroken. No parent wanted to see their child go through this. He was also frightened. This was the most dangerous time. What if she hurt herself so badly, he wouldn’t be able to treat it with ointments and bandages? Or what if…?
But no. He refused to even think it. She’d come this far. She’d make it the rest of the way through this.
When he stepped outside to refill the water bucket, he found animals surrounding the house, looking somberly on. He left the door open and some of them followed him inside. Having a fox curled around her feet, a chipmunk on her shoulder, seemed to soothe her.
The priority was to make sure she didn’t hurt herself again. Clayton didn’t think she would. Both times, she’d injured only her hands, trying to destroy the dessin. But all the same, he asked her to stay close to the cabin for the foreseeable future. “Please, don’t go anywhere without me?” He put in only the tiniest hint of a question, to make it sound like a request and not a directive.
Understanding him perfectly well, she nodded. “I won’t.”
Alyssa resumed speaking. Days passed, and she continued to speak. Of course, the story did not come chronologically. She laid it out like a terrible Tarot spread for him to interpret. The cards shuffled and overlapped and reversed direction, but they stuck with it. The individual incidents even sounded like the trump cards of some strange new arcana: the Mute Queen, the Burning Girl, the Forty Slain Men, the Masquerade, the Kiss of Life, the Suicide Princess, the Sword and the Carving Knife.
Tuesday, December 31, 2024
December News and 2024 Roundup
I had four poems nominated for a Rhysling Award: "Below the Bible Belt," "Little Brown Changeling," "The Two of Coins," and "When the Honeymoon is Over." "Little Brown Changeling," was awarded first place.
- Ain't These Sorrows Sweet, Roadside Press, June 2024
- Screaming Intensifies, Whiskey City Press, September 2024
- In the King's Power series, self-published, to be released September 2024-February 2025











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