Writing
And when you think about it, poets always want us to be moved by something, until in the end, you begin to suspect a poet is someone who is moved by everything, who just stands in front of the world and weeps and laughs and laughs and weeps (the mysteries, said Aristotle, are the saying of many ridiculous and many serious things).
Mary Ruefle
Tiny Talks with Kale Hensley
recent in print
The Mouth of a Peculiar Holler
Mystic Origin Story
The Gentle Art of Leeching
Online Publications
“Welcome to the Reliquary” and “The Apple of My Armpit” in Luna Luna Magazine, November 2025.
“Tarswing” in Anthropocene Poetry Journal, November 2025.
“Ugh, I’m So Over Hope” and “The Etymology of Harmony” in The Account, November 2025.
“Birdseye” and “Nightcrawlers” in Hood of Bone Review, November 2025.
“Sphagia” in Sontag Mag, August 2025.
“Bad Faith” in The Table Review, July 2025.
“The Mysterious Doodles in a 1,300 Year Old Book” in New Delta Review, June 2025.
“Postmodern Transportation” and “My Lips Are Up Here” in The Core Review, May 2025.
“How the Seminar Became a Circle Jerk Became a Mosh Pit” in The Martello Journal, April 2025.
“Variations in Stain” in Rust & Moth, January 2025.
“A Light Touch” in Midway Journal, April 2025.
“The Origins of Surrender” and “I Try to Name All the Colors in West Virginia” in Salvation South, January 2025.
“All My Prayers in Blood & Cream” in Jelly Squid, December 2024.
“The Works of Flesh Are Manifest” in Booth, January 2025.
“The Gentle Art of Beseeching” in Amethyst Review, January 2025.
“The Rest Cure for Common Whores” and other poems in Evergreen Review, December 2024.
“I’m Steering the Whelm of This Ship” and “I Do Tire of Running Amok” in Many Nice Donkeys, December 2024.
“Heartfast” in Amethyst Review, December 2024.
“Chigger Chug” in The Hopper, November 2024.
“Mrs. Not Me” in midsummer magazine, July 2024.
“Halloween 2017” in miniskirt magazine, November 2024.
“Itsafter: A Ballad of Mary Magdalene” and “Afterworld” in The Clayjar Review, September 2024.
“Even in the Small Worlds, You Came First” and other poems in The Squawk Back, August 2024.
“My Kink Was Heat and Inquiry” in The Los Angeles Review of Los Angeles, August 2024.
“I Asked a Saint to Ruin Your Breakfast” in The Crawfish, September 2024.
“Christina Beyond the Curtain” in Image, April 2024.
“Troffea Confessional” in Lucent Dreaming, March 2024.
“Nymphonics” and “Sappho to Erinna in Technicolor” in Screen Door Review, November 2023.
“Morning Glory” in Sweet Lit, February 2023.
“Self Portrait as St. Lucy’s Shopping List” in Red Ogre Review, December 2022.
more in print
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![A magazine cover titled 'REED Magazine, California's oldest literary journal,' featuring an illustration of a bear with several blue and white birds perched on its back.]()
So Shiny, So Deep, So Unlike Me
I cannot help but finish a thought in the color red, as if my mere saying is life and death.
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![Book cover titled 'All Shall Be Well: Poems for Julian of Norwich,' edited by Sarah Law, featuring an illustration of a nun with a halo, holding a book and a cat, with green leaves in the background.]()
Julian then Norwich
Its light thumbed my tongue in cinnamon, revealed a passion composed of wet ribbons.
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![A graphic illustration featuring a dead deer with an arrow through its side, blood dripping from the wound, set against a black background with gold stars. The text reads 'Let's Stab Caesar! Volume V The Sacred Edition' at the top.]()
We're Finally Drunk Enough to Watch Ice-Skating Videos
Touch always returns to the earth. we return to those arms that do not know how to lose us.
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![Book cover titled "The Third Bullshit Lit" edited by Veronica Bennett with bold, black and white comic-style text on a green background.]()
Skate Trick
If you’re gonna brand me, do it with lipstick. My blood will cover it.
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![Magazine cover featuring a cosmic theme with swirling galaxies and nebulae, titled '(tiny SPOON) Issue 13'. The large text at the bottom reads 'SUPERSTITION / DIVINATION'.]()
Braiding the Girl
Tomorrows arrived silly as sparrows, his eye fat on me the creek I ate eagerly.
