A Re-established Poetic
Dictionary of the Voiceless
So I smile, and I scream. My voice rebounds in echoes across the mountainside, my spirit dancing in the zenith of cosmos and sound and being. I want to ask what road I'm traveling. I wonder if I'm moving.
Sink Hollow 2020 Contest Issue
It is dreamlike, and I fall into a trance watching it dance in the air.
It's slow and careless in the way it moves: sinking rising, sweeping softly like airborne dust.
Mangrove Literary Journal