"When It Arrived" (forthcoming)
Poetry Ireland Review
"Sun Moth" (forthcoming)
The New Yorker
"How Forever Works"
"My Father Sings Like a Crow"
New England Review
"After Reading the Bible"
"He Thinks in Squares and Melted Grass"
"While Lying on the Back of a Blue Whale"
"Dot in the Sky"
To think, we listened to the cement’s wet hand
squeeze hard into a fist. You told me
it was like fire, once, how an orphan fawn
would descend from the huckleberry in the dark
and rest its white belly on the pour, my brother’s
arrow splintered through its loins. I said
the Romans used volcanic ash, and lime.
You said things aren’t supposed to last forever,
accidentally pointing through my heart, and kept
going, telling me that a shadow is but the tardiness
of a wish, dragged like an open pouch, worn
to merely nothing with age, empty, meant to happen.
—published in New England Review