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February 25, 2019

There's lots of pitching advice out there. I mean, a metric ton. (Not to be confused with the imperial ton, of course. LOL!) And I'm not purporting to have the end-all of advice, always use what works best for you. But thing is, when pitch readers (agents, publishers,...

January 16, 2019

So you're going to do a pitch party soon. Probably in a couple days. And you need a little practice and help with your pitches. #PracPit is the perfect place to refine those rough edges with the help of your fellow writers. So jump on in and help your fellow writers ou...

June 2, 2018

Last Night

One day I’ll get a forty-five
and blow my brains out.
But not today.
I really want to blow out yours though.

And when I roll over in sweat
soaked cotton and sit holding layers of white,
I can look out the window.

The mountains are too pretty—
strange oils i...

May 26, 2018


Lights fly
Why night

May 19, 2018


you lay in black cotton sheets, where your white shirt with neon green eyes follows you into dreams, and you kiss that hot blonde from dawson’s creek, james what’s-his-name. only now he’s someone else. that blonde chick with the neon green eyes you saw walking do...

May 12, 2018

Religious Wash or Late Night Laundry

“cleanliness is next to godliness” whispers this bleach bobbed chick to white rib-tank man shoulder crossed india ink black In God We Trust 

wash tan blocked feather filled quilt clean of Flame point siamese in blue light 24 hour la...

May 5, 2018


Whirl ginger hair,
and start slowly—tapping
to three, driving hands
with spread fingers up
through sun fired mud,
cracked and fluid.

Sparkle and smile.
Wink blue eyes.
Make it look like Swan Lake
to Thriller beats in red
metal mush gliding
into still brown clay...

April 28, 2018


i love walking alone at night when the streets are cleaned everything orange and big and thunder my silence a heavy bass line following footsteps with slaps and thumps and whiskering wet leaves old snickers wrappers and little grey rocks moving frat party st. paul...

April 21, 2018

High School

She wore blue, velvet hair spiraled and tied,
mama’s pearls taken from the cedar chest,
and glassy studs pocketed from Christopher’s
jewelry on the corner of Main and Bullion
by the red door of Sandy’s greasy fried.

Out the truck’s glass, in sulfur baby’s b...

April 14, 2018

Snow White's Senior Prom

I saw when Sarah’s stuffed and whale boned
dress by Demitrios burst. Her breasts called mosquito bites popped,
“Do you believe in destiny?”

caressing roses on wrists ebony and blood on snow.
The kiss is so important,
curved smoke drowsing over...

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