The Scribbles, the Rubbish, and the Mirrored Words
Yes I Am / No, I Haint
Fragments, Omissions & Further Reading
These feelings are already known
Lips that Kissed Lips
Nicole Wanders by the Riverbank(translation by Lawrence Schimel)
Instinctual
Three PoemsTranslated by Brian Henry
drought
On seeing a frosted frog melting into a cake, I begin to think about what Schrodinger’s cat wants
The Territories of Our Spirit
