Uncanny 12, September 2016. 16 lines. Podcast narrated by Amal El-Mohtar at Uncanny.
Star anise floats in the night–sea of meat bone tea,
backed by the cloud–flower shapes of lingusticum.
“I love love love this poem. So happy I got to read it on the podcast.” —Amal El-Mohtar
“[G]orgeous and lush.” —Naru Sundar
“[A]n absolutely lovely poem.” —Brandon O’Brien
inkscrawl 10, August 2016. 8 lines.
she says: take my hand
Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry, July 2016. 32 lines.
Some of us still remember
when we could feed geese by hand,
offer them bread crumbs,
watch their snake-long necks stretch
to swallow our gifts down.
Liminality 7, March 2016. 118 lines. Podcast by S. Qiouyi Lu.
When you were a child, an illusionist took your tongue.
You could not call the illusionist a thief, though,
for he gave you a new tongue: it rested in your mouth
the same way your old tongue did, a tiny beast curled
against the back of your teeth.
The contours of your sentences transformed.
No longer did your words glitter with a symphony
of tones. Instead, you spoke in broad cadences,
never realizing that each word echoed
with the illusionist’s voice.
“[I]ncredibly powerful[.]” —Kayla Whaley
“beautiful and haunting and raw. every line of this poem struck one of my heartstrings ❤” —Jessica Silbaugh-Cowdin
inkscrawl 9, December 2015. 8 lines. Podcast by S. Qiouyi Lu.
leaves drip dew as fog veils distant peaks
rivers sound while mud squelches underfoot
“[G]orgeous and subtly scientific poem[.]” —Darcy Little Badger
inkscrawl 9, December 2015. 10 lines. Podcast by S. Qiouyi Lu.
dust billows and gallops on the horizon,
gulps down sunlight, douses this red planet redder—
“so lush and rich and full of weight!” —M Sereno
Archive of Our Own, June 2012. 18 lines. Podcast by S. Qiouyi Lu.
we are etymologies, words crumbling
and reforming, morph by morph, into scaffolds of syntax, the skeleton
of a lexicon rebuilt.