2010s · Poetry · The Unnamed Algorithm

Scent Stained

You are the mistake I want to make
I will wrap myself in your red flags
and let you peel them off
one silk layer at a time

You are the regret I want to have
I’ll bind you in my caution tape
lay on a bed of warning signs
cold metal against warm skin
cools your burning in my eyes

You are the fucked up mess
I want to roll around in
like a mud happy dog
drenched in your scent
I will not shake you out

How do you unsense me?

(First published in East Jasmine Review)

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Events · Feature Readings

Last Saturday of the Month Open Mic

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I’ll be featuring at The Last Saturday of the Month Open Mic in Tarzana on May 28th from 2 to 4:30 pm. I’m looking forward to a full set of poems after a¬†much needed¬†break. They have an open reading list if you want to share something of your own. Check out lots more details on Facebook!