Here’s another poem from Love Songs to the Sun, out November 20th 2020.
From Love Songs for the Sun, out November 20th.
Occasionally, a story is best told through poetry. That’s what I found in the case of this love story, which has been living in my head rent free for at least a decade. The particulars have shifted through the years, dreamtime details vanishing with the moon, but the substance is always the same: a self-proclaimedContinue reading “This baby can fit so much queer yearning…”
It’s spooky season, so let’s find out what kind of ghost you’ll be.
Here’s some covers for books I’m currently working on. I will publish at least two of these before the end of 2020, possibly with these covers or possibly with some design I like better and didn’t make on my phone while watching DS9. First two: The two poetry books I’m the closest to perfecting atContinue reading “Help me choose which books to finish first”
In the quiet of the dark room, I curled around my girl’s heart and smiled.
Just because something has been done before, doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing again. I’ll admit it: I’m a sucker for a good fairy tale retelling, and Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorites. The story form is rich emotional soil for drama and intrigue, be it Cruel Beauty, A Court of ThornsContinue reading “Retelling Beauty and the Beast”
Elise existed in the most delectable state of shame, and had only grown more succulent by the day. She would taste so pretty, writhing in pain within my grasp. And now she was out of my reach, at a hospital somewhere, from what I could gather from the man’s murky thoughts as he shuffled through her closet.
She wasn’t the type to coddle living things. Most people like to have something living nearby — a plant, a fish, a cat, another human. I’d never seen another living being in her space. It was just her and me.
the honeyed river of summerflows through my open windowas I drive home through Nisquallydust in my eyes and shadows on my tongue I’ve been watching all the omens:a pregnant fish split opena flock of gulls headed to the mountainsI hear that raven finally stole the sunnow that everything else has already been stolen lives, andContinue reading “the honeyed river of summer”