I don’t write because the world makes sense — I write because it doesn’t, and somebody has to leave breadcrumbs through the chaos. Ink is cheaper than therapy… and louder than silence.

 I write because the world refuses to explain itself.

My work lives in the small fractures of the everyday—where ordinary life glitches into the surreal, where memory, humor, grief, and wonder collide. I write poems and short stories that resist behaving, that linger in the mind, that leave a pulse behind on the page.

I’m a self-published poet and writer steadily moving toward traditional publishing so the work can travel farther than I can carry it alone. My writing has appeared in places willing to risk the strange, including Chantarelle’s Notebook, Making Waves: A West Michigan Review, The Café Irreal, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Halfway Down the Stairs, The Beatnik Cowboy, Chiron Review, Nebo: A Literary Journal, Home Planet News, Lost Lake Folk Opera, Pensive: A Global Journal of Spirituality & the Arts, Muse Literary Journal, and The DADvocacy Consulting Group Blog.

This isn’t poetry as decoration.

It’s poetry as witness. As pressure. As signal.

If you’re looking for tidy answers, you won’t find them here.

But if you’re looking for language that hums a little after you close the page—welcome. ✍️🔥