Publications
AdriftAfter she left me, I wanted nothing more than to walk down to the harbor and watch the slime palpitate near the docks.
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SenescenceShe shut herself in a den, frantic to fulfill her one urge: to hatch eggs she would never actualize, fragments evanescing into remembered sea-gilt and stardust.
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cat: a google searchA nonfiction list poem about a google search, honorable mention in the Binnacle's 13th Ultra-Short Competition.
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