farewell flight i kept hearing her echo a rising tide of bird song and despair bouncing careening through the leaves shaped like the needles in her veins her face contorted with the ecstasy of flight but her feet never leave the forest floor and they never will.

Another one of mine from the most recent anthology "The Alien Buddha Gets Isolated and Weird."

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pink salt we are nowhere near the himalayas the encrusted skin stinging a death by a thousand cuts like cats of vermillion escaping from the great salt lake scrambling up your arms leaving perforated welts like the switch hastily cut by her bitter hand from the cherry tree on the shady side of the house even the crickets refused to testify in your defense they remained silent when the locomotive that birthed you was careening off the tracks becoming like a creek turtle i turned my shell outward trying to weather the impact i shatter like safety glass into a hundred pieces she smiles when i break the blood drips from my back down my arms and slowly seeps into the salt at my feet.

One more of mine from the most recent anthology "The Alien Buddha Gets Isolated and Weird", now available:
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typo(s) i looked at the handbill wedged in the space between the bus stop bench seats 'live nude grils' it read i remember thinking can you bring your own weiner i laughed under my breath so hard my catheter fell out. As first published by Alien Buddha Press. "The Alien Buddha Gets Isolated and Weird." (2025) Pg 216

The first prospective publisher I sent this to said "Don't lead with this one ever again. I nearly didn't read any of the others you sent I was so put off."

High praise, indeed.

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spock i dont like my own reflection it reminds me of my evil twin who is actually just myself with a goatee i held him down yesterday and sliced off his face with a straight razor im now the good twin but every day a little more of him returns i must remain ready to kill him again. As first published by Alien Buddha Press, "The Alien Buddha Gets Isolated and Weird," (2025), pg. 217

I recently had a few things published in an Alien Buddha Press anthology. The book drops later this week, but I wanted to share a few of my contributions to it. Here's one:

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