Celebration of Survival
Seems We Fall Into Buddhist Surrender
Gargoyle Magagine Online #4, February 2023
Ring of Gyges
Live Encounters American Poets & Writers January 2022
Near to Life (for Venus), Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Fall 2021
Inheritance of Aging Self by Lucinda Marshall: Reviewed by Kristin Kowalski Ferragut, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, 2021
You Say We're Like Magnets
Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Spring 2021
Woman Drinking Absinthe Review by Kristin Kowalski Ferragut, The Los Angeles Review, Spring 2021.
Family Dinner: A Metaphysical Check-In
Escape and Loss
Eyes of the Dead
Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Issue 21:3, Summer 2020
Our Situation by W. Luther Jett: Reviewed by Kristin Kowalski Ferragut, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, 2020
A Twenty-Four-Year-Old Getting Two Dozen Roses at Forty-Nine: A Dialogue with Myself
Life Care Planning
- Fledgling Rag, Issue 20, Spring 2020
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A Few of My Favorite Lost Things
Second Chances posted on Indran Amirthanayagam's YouTube Poetry Channel
The Enormity of It
- Mojave He[Art] Review, Issue 17, September 2019
The Enormity of It
Look to desert, rock, gila monster, the ease
of one thin layer on a hot day. Oh, but
the mirages! Maybe every beautiful boy just wants
to be a beautiful girl, protected, seduced;
to be swept…
off. Quivering words like blades of seagrass
whirl. Hard to know from where sounds come under
water. Ganymede raining down; always
the beautiful boys! Bound to Aquarius
‘though gazing far…
off. I pass along details of another Comcast
failure. Speak of missed meetups, late arrivals. Did
you hear? The things unsaid, the enormity of
it. Things not written or spoken, only perceived
in the trailing…
off. Gurgling, trickling, babbling flow of
missing and mercy can carve stone as well. But
to smash rocks to gravel in anger
is infinitely easier and better received.
off. Have you tried singing under water? It’s most
fun alone, even if you dislike the company.
Self-hate and hating life are two distinct
states, but neither worth fretting. If hate fails
to kill, it burns…
off. Burdens lie in the apple seed your mother
warned would grow to a tree in your belly.
Grief, love, grace -- things that might fill a desert
sky at night; stay awake, look for Aquarius, as
Ganymede takes off.
Transgendered Ex at Son's Birthday Party
Oracle of the First Kiss
Published in Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Issue 19:4, Fall 2018
Leaves of Late November
- Published in Nightingale and Sparrow, Issue 1, February 2019
- Published in The Novice Writer, Issue 1, Spring 2019
The Magnolia Review, Volume 6, Issue 1, April 2020 - 6 poems
Video from Third Thursday Poetry Series by the City of Takoma Park.
I run 29:40 - 42:55 in the midst of good company.