“Some phrases / literally could not be said.”

“his skull for an inkwell / his blood for ink / and a bayonet for a pen"

Second prize winner of the 3rd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.

The fifth and final poem in a series dedicated to Maria Chekhov, sister of the famed writer and keeper of the archive.

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"You wring your heart on the beach while on the far shore landmines explode."

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An old dog can't keep up with the young butterflies.

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Longlisted for the 2nd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.

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A series of poems about untangled seal guts and elusive hares in the Arctic tundra.

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