Poetry

  • Collection: Moonlight on Water

    The Veil In the light I whisper promises, Carried by the winds,  As they echoed softly in the moonlit sky. I speak of my sorrows…

  • Unabated Wildfires Within Maples

    Morphologies emerge in variable ways, Protruding through space and time, Yielding multifarious mazes.

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  • A Burnt Metal Ecosystem

    Frozen in a burnt copper substrate, surrounded With whorls and tides of a creature’s past, a steadfast

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  • Algae, Wood, and a Singular Bowl

    Four slats of discolored wood possess salmon streaks and steel

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  • Fever

    All night, your cheeks were hot, little one. I listened to your wails through the crackling yellow monitor next to my bed. Your father and…

  • The Felled and the Fallen

    Ring in two by twos,Twinning from the same root. Count the yearsOh! The years —You can only see themWhen they’re sliced in two.Cut down, dismembered,See…


Articles and Prose

  • A Collection of Sculptures

    The purpose of my artwork is to invoke an awakening of the sensual. Stimulating a perceptual, internal, and intellectual response for the viewer: a visual…

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  • Unabated Wildfires Within Maples

    Morphologies emerge in variable ways, Protruding through space and time, Yielding multifarious mazes.

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    a single tree with a web of branches and bright orange and red leaves
  • Untitled

    Where you go, you go nowhere.But the question dies with the outer shineThe summer ended, but not in my soulI yearn for spring, but it’s…

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  • 50 Shades of Spring

    Such an ecstasySpring is puffing and swelling on its rideLike a new bride, it tides melancholy from all the sidesPiling growth upon growth like wavesSpring…

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  • Garbage

    Ah! love, let us be trueTo one another! for this garbage, which seemsTo go like an end of a diseaseSo large, so filthy, so toxicHas…

  • Your Plan?

    (After Ryszard Krynicki) You won’t feel the rise in temperatureYou won’t have to think about the extinct animalsYou won’t ponder over the plastic and its…

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Photo Essays