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Bruised Water

A deep-sea bloom is torn open by the first thing powerful enough to reach its depth. What remains is a poem of bloodied water, black coral, and the brutal afterlife of misrecognition.

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Circling

She disappears into dark water, and desire follows close behind. Set in moonlight and undertow, this poem drifts into the charged space where surrender starts to feel like instinct.

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Kelp Knotted in Silk

A lush, erotic meditation on contact and transformation, where kelp and silk entwine into a darker, more intimate form of beauty. What emerges is not innocence but aftermath.

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Kelp Fever

A lush, unsettling meditation on desire and transformation, where beauty is altered by contact and rendered into something stranger, more physical, and impossible to name.

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Above The Atmosphere

A romantic dreamscape that imagines a cosmic love untouched by catastrophe, where trust, wonder, and tenderness become the laws of gravity.

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Tectonic Bitches

A geologically unstable essay about Iceland, repression, and falling for someone who feels like a natural disaster with excellent communication skills.

“The Palms STill Stand. Crisp Silhouettes against a Hazy Sky, tall as guilt and just as thin. They line the driveway in symmetrical grief, as if trying to offer shade to something that can’t be cooled. Everything here is sun-bleached and wind-chapped, held together by spider webs and memory. The breeze tastes like eucalyptus and the air smells like dust that used to be skin.”

— Noncompliant: A Sunglassed Elegy From Camarillo