A few creative writing samples are below. 

Two

    

From across a field,

two recognized each other,

and the ground between them

filled with flowers.

(published by Maltrop/ Budding Light Press)

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After

It all

peels back

into flakes

     old metallic paint 

   

grows translucent

     insect wing in the dashboard

   

breaks down

     soft autumn leaf

     mauve, lavender confetti

     underfoot.

   

Wholeness was just a word

spoken in the air.

   

When it comes to the work

of rearranging time for you,

    

I have no hands.

(published by Virginia Poetry Society, awarded a first place annual prize)
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Ingredients

piggy bank contents

notes from middle school

a piece of smoked cheddar a splinter

drip castles, a bird’s backwards knee

a handful of silt, hot pink lipstick, wet ink

belly button lint

B flat & F sharp, eye brows, shadows

queens, second hands slug slime

bald spots bullet shells willow bark

corduroy, a black crayon

red breast, scabbed shin,

bottle tops, butter computer keys

a napkin, a nickel, a crow’s caw,

braids and bedhead, walnuts,

ant’s feet on my arm,

raw heels gems watermelon crisp

cherry tomatoes broken leather

doorbells cars peeling paint

pigeon’s down clinging

to flakes of dead leaf

the ashy pad of a paw,

yarn molding off a mop

burnt cheeseburger buns

chalk drawings down the block

hands straightened in prayer

round, clucking stars

tokens for a carnival

(published by Rough Cut Press)

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Backwards

I can’t speak words

my head is sideways

my mind is sideways

can you still understand me

   

I never adapted

to life

I walk backwards in circles

   

would you like to join me

   

I’m tired of trying to align my wheel

to a track

   

maybe

I’m a runaway train

    

no wait

I remember

I’m a horse

(published by Corporeal Literary Magazine)

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Winter Trees

The mountains hoist and lower

their burning sails.

Autumn is a glinting, bronze distraction

while, with sleight of hand,

warmth is hidden away

on the other side of the world.

    

The evergreens, Earth’s loyal, verdant wallpaper,

hold steady.

Pine needles shimmer in new-found sun.

      

Between these sentinels of cool color,

Bare deciduous limbs curve up,

lean inward with slowed breath.

     

Fingers primed with spring buds,

the skeletal orchestra rests,

ready for its cue,

waits months

for a shift

in the angle of light.

(published by Sky Island Journal)

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Known by Water

I know you,

water says

to everyone,

holding us when we enter.

Drink,

says water,

when we’re thirsty.

I grow you,

I flow through,

I love you,

water says,

though we throw trash in its mouth

and smudge out its round voice,

though we turn away.

   

But water persists,

in our sky, land and cells,

weaving our spit and tears

into the breath of the world,

insisting:

    

I know you.

(published by Ecological Citizen)