Writer of poetry and short prose. Pushcart Nominated 2021.
There must be earth and fingernails in the forest...
"He snaps up the last smooth glob: Heart? Kidney? Soul? He eats open mouthed, jaws working like machinery."
Taken from From The Window, in Five Minutes
"You sat quietly hooded
peppery with love
Taken from Breakfast Walk in The Cannon's Mouth