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 working toward traditional publication so my work can reach readers far beyond what I could accomplish alone. My poetry and fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in publications that embrace the unexpected, including Common Ground Review, The Comstock Review, The Café Irreal, Pensive: A Global Journal of Spirituality & the Arts, Chiron Review, Nebo: A Literary Journal, Home Planet News, Lost Lake Folk Opera, Muse Literary Journal, The Beatnik Cowboy, Making Waves: A West Michigan Review, Chantarelle’s Notebook, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Halfway Down the Stairs, The DADvocacy Consulting Group Blog, Sagebrush Review, Lucky Jefferson., and Wingless Dreamer Publisher

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. ✍️🔥