"You Crave Poison" - HWA Poetry Showcase V. IX, October 2022

​The gash of your mouth opens
wide around the cold
porcelain of the condemned--
the lonely, the wasteful, the lavish
like a kitten dead in the road
all things are wanting to you

​"Water Drawn from a Stone" - Not One of Us, Issue #71, July 2022

My father is calling me again in the middle of the night, in the space for dreams. I answer and although he cannot form words—just heavy syllables like stones he cannot get his teeth around, not small pebbles but large, coarse stones wet with the sound of his disease—I hear him nevertheless. Is he trying to find out if I am alright or if he is alright?

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“Literature for Ukraine” published in Houston Arts Journal
​March 10, 2022

"I kept thinking about the video of the Ukrainian woman, who told Russian soldiers to put sunflower seeds in their pockets so when they die on Ukrainian soil, a flower will grow. “Put the sunflower seeds in your pockets, please. You will die down here with the seeds. You came to my land. Do you understand? You are occupiers. You are enemies.”

I think this woman struck me and many others as very brave. But the idea of sunflowers – the national flower of Ukraine – growing from the corpses of soldiers is a complex and heartbreaking image. War obliterates both sides, on a human level."

2021

Eye to the Telescope, Issue 42, October 2021, "The Sea" - A Keen for the Sea King's Daughter
"The princess is dead--
She’s laid up in the castle chapel,
hair bound in ruddy sailor’s knots
dress the color of morning tide
skin as pale and fae as starlight
—and the waves are rising on the shore."

Barely South Review, Vol 12.2, Spring 2021 - Sacrum

Researchers comment on how this is more valuable to childbearing. Because even our bones are made for what men want. Because as hard as we try to be sacred, they can always use us for sacrifice...
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Mithila Review, Issue 15 (March 19, 2021) - We're Refugees Who Found Love Searching for Atlantis 

With Italian translation by Marco Raimondo. Italian version first appeared in Numinose Lapidi (2020, Kipple Press) 

The ocean is a vessel cast in the heat of the stars
We walked there in the twilight and sang skysongs
Our bodies were translucent and full of darkness
How we carried our homeland in our bones

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  • Vine Leaves #16 (October 2015) - "A Red Sky." 
  • Our Space: Shorts & Poetry from the Houston Community (2015) "Morning Song." Edited by Writespace staff and volunteers. 

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  • Kaleidotrope (2024) - "Here Be Dragons" and "The Will of the Whisps Mother" 
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