Then spoke the thunder that you feared 
the sound rolled over old paved stone to the surface 
today I multiply the vibration and let you have silence. 

Online

- A Scale That is Out of Your Control: Notes on Anselm Berrigan’s Don’t Forget to Love Me, Poetry NW -

- “Recesses of Landscape”: A Conversation with Cedar Sigo, Poetry NW -

- After Boys Become Some Kind of Man: 3 Poems, Hobart Pulp -

- On Collaboration, University of Washington Bothell -

- This City Takes a River, Clamor Journal -

- Interviewed - by Austin Matzelle -

- Backhanded Flyer, Better Than Starbucks -

In Print

- Night Swallows, Ancient Tech. News -

- I Know Immediately, and Public Access, Inkwell Journal -

- Poetry Noir 2, Found Poem Press -

- Occasional Objects, Found Poem Press -