This chapbook is a selection of the very best romantic poems that I wrote the between the years of 2012 and 2015.
Inside, you will find mostly personal narratives shot through with abstractions and a few fantastic breaks from reality.
This chapbook features scary stories, gory poems, and ghoulish fever dreams. It’s jam-packed with alien sex stuff, surreal dreamscapes, and herbivores who eat flesh.
I hope you hate it as much as I do.
Backwards Into Hell
This book was written with the cut up method a way of destroying and rebuilding words and found phrases into something bittersweet ugly and beautiful since we can’t experience intangibles before we buy them, we buy from people we trust.
It’s annoying, right so annoying even though we know it’s some poor soul moon soaked sky looks down giving what it has to give crack of twigs many be poachers indicative of a contrary writer committed to both the destruction and creation of identity distinctions between reality and fiction?