Chapbooks!
$10 each, open to trades. Can mail anywhere!
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LAST LAUGH
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25 pages, handbound, 2023
Cosmic romp, a bad trip with a great wig. Serving filth, body horror, and weird bugs.
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You didn't know this but I was controlling the wasps with my mind
I made them crawl inside those fruits and die because I know how babies are made
I imagined that fruits and wasps were sexually compatible so as to make the reality more exciting
The reality that I crawled inside this poem and died and you're the father
ECLIPTIC TONGUES
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25 pages, handbound, 2022
Poems written in waking, pain. Fragments of sentences overlapping, sounds like thoughts.
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my god (shot down
(the moon (mounted on my tongue
(lambent (anchored (I know the day
(but not the time (to set the light
to spinning (I bear pain
more than mind (I may not exist outside
an empty mirror (slipped into hours (without
eyes (I don't get out of my skull
(unless I have to (
DAWN CHORUS FASCICLE
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16 pages, handbound, 2022
At sunrise. Or sunset. Ledger of birdsong, sky—elder poems. Dying.
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Wren at the window, won’t you come in. Even if I told a lie. I did not meet the night at the door to kiss the light from its mouth and douse it in mine. Even then, would you part my eyelid and come in.