The three above images were photographs that I took in North Carolina c. 2014. At some point the images became damaged. Below I have included 5 poems from my 2022 chapbook the silent crucifixion. These poems seem like they’re from another life.

four figures in the desert by a rock or a stone

the language
that they speak
only makes
sense 
under the
water.

frozen breath caught in a jar on a winter day

beautiful, the broken chair
on a december night-

crown me the king of the
babylonian sacaea and I’ll
die in a sea of electric foam,
under stones and in the
eyes of reminiscing stars;

imagine the monsters in the walls,
the places you’ll forget
in old age and fatigue.

this rosary will become your striped tiger,
unable to hear prayer or feel
human sand between its toes–
a lock without a door of its own,

like a scarecrow or a candle afraid of the light,
like a smile or an indistinct shade of blue.

I will misquote the constellations for you,
like a sailor lost in the night,
like frozen breath, caught in a
jar, on a winter day.

hungry in babylon

hu-
man

be-

ing
s.

scents and whirlwinds

you
(re)
the time
gospel
bree-
zes of
a new
soul;
a wet
her of
declar-
ation(s)
and sto-
nes;;

eden, the widow, examines the poet, nude. 

shoebox found under bed

a moth, a hypnotist, a museum on fire, of fire. 

All of these poems appeared in the silent crucifixion & other poems (Between Shadows Press, 2022). The collection has since sold out, but I have posted the PDF for free here.