Publications

BOOKS:

Publications forthcoming: Obsidian

JOURNALS:

Narrative:

My two wild hands

TriQuarterly:

How to Rebuild me when I fall apart

The Napkin Poetry Review:

In my version

PANK:

Two Poems (with audio):

I  know  a  place  where  I  can  spread  myself  out  and  be  enough  to  fill  a  room

&

It goes without saying

Kweli:

For those of you who are home, welcome

Palette Poetry:

Provenance

Birdcoat Quarterly:

Two poems:

Akan Naming Chart, Day 1

&

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?

Wildness:

I am deciding which language to spend the night in

The Felt:

Four poems:

I beg Botswana back,

Brenda Fassie wakes the dead,

i write for those for whom this will not need to be translated,

&

American Immigrant

Bettering American Poetry Anthology, Vol. 3

Hardcopy available for purchase here

“At night anything’s touch can feel secure—”

“I want what I deserve. Not just the shell with the sound of the ocean

but the ocean too”

“I cannot tell the woman

from the wound”

“How c o l o u r becomes c o l o r Word flattened like somebody’s version of this poor earth”

“wet with rain-
smell soil. The most gorgeous rains. 
Wouldn't these be the most gorgeous rains
if rains were known for being gorgeous?”

“What is the utility of a detached head,
if the utility of a head is determined
by what it is connected to?”

“Dear God, so may it concern: 
If you will it, 
turn the wine back to water and replace these seas. 
Let me begin again 
with what is clean and will cleanse me.”

“I don’t want to choose a mouth tonight.”

“before my first words, I had your eyes.

come back to me; I cannot love from outside my skin”