I have had two books, and a number of poems and short stories published over the years. Below are some examples. More are available upon request.
Fall Risk
My first book, Fall Risk, a mixed collection of poetry and short fiction was published by Michelkin Publishing House in February, 2018.
I Might Be a Plant: A Collection of Poetry
My second book, I Might Be A Plant, a collection of poetry, was published in June, 2022 by DropOut Publishing House.
Am I invisible to Ghost?
I had the pleasure of working with the very talented Ibrahem Hasan on this truly original photography project. Nataal Magazine published the piece and it was shared by dozens of professional Instagram accounts and received thousands of likes, comments and shares. Link Below.
https://nataal.com/am-i-invisible-to-ghosts
Photography: Ibrahem Hasan
Fashion: Kelvin Emiliano
Copy: Niall Power
Talent: Clara Mariano, Jota Santos, Vinicius
Pop Dust
In 2020, I wrote an essay on how the novel The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams is the perfect novel to read if you want to make sense of this tumultuous year. Popdust published the piece on their site. Link Below.
https://www.popdust.com/hitchhikers-guide-to-the-galaxy-2645575181.html
Paradise in Limbo
Paradise in Limbo is a dope literary magazine based out of Boston, Mass. In their latest installment, they were cool enough to publish three poems of mine. I am super proud to be part of their collection.
Twist in Time
My most recent publication is my poem, People Are Filled With Patterns being published in the latest issue of the groovy, well known literary magazine Twist In Time. It’s a real honor to be a part of this press’ latest collection
Heliopause Literary Magazine
Heliopause Literary Magazine is a super cool journal that publishes fiction, poetry and art. Between the last two issues, two of my stories and four of my poems have been featured. The story linked above in “view project” and the poem I added below are the two pieces that have received the most attention.
You Will Be Fine
If you’re going,
I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do.
Who cringes at your nuances and is proud to see you cry.
I hope you find someone whose denial and thrill for anxiety
is as rampant in his own being
as it is in you when there is no evening.
I can look through the bushes in a park
of a memory of us and only hope he,
when he comes,
can air brush mediocrity into beautiful love stories
like I can.
That he will memorize the errors in your origin story
and when shame does come,
I hope he runs. I hope you find perfection in every breath with yourself and that he clings onto your windowsill like a villain in a thriller.
And when you’re together, I hope it’s like a bender and you end up at the end of the earth’s alleyway smoking crack for love,
together. And all the wonderful weather,
wind and sleet and hail,
falls on you and him forever.
And that you never,
ever,
forget that I loved you less than a brick being fucked by a feather.
