Hello big scary world,

and Happy Summer Solstice! I hope this post finds everyone doing ok. I’m unsure any of us are fully well. We find our solace where we can, help others as we’re able, and try to stay upright and forward.

Winter and spring 2025 saw the debut of a few new poems – check out the Publications page for that info! – and the arrival of It Was Never Supposed to Be. It’s had nice sales, and the work has received a handful of incredibly thoughtful, moving reviews. I’m terrible at writing reviews, and thus respect that work, though I tend not to read any about my own work. However, a couple came into view that just…well, one of them brought me to tears.

Twang is on quiet sale. More on Twang in August! You know, August, when I’ll have completed my role in the two-year migration project at my day gig, moved to my new place, AND finished my mandatory jury pooling.

Stiff Wrist lands in European bookstores in a week or so, then stateside later this summer. Check out the 14Poems account on Instagram for all the posts, stories and videos about Stiff Wrist, including yours truly reading some of the work!