three of my poems were just published by the lovely journal The Birds We Piled Loosely, including the only poem I've written about Langston, the baby lion when he was only two weeks old. it's called "Hunger" and starts
Again, the bristles of the lion’s mane
catch in the splinters of my nails,
as I coax him to be still, be silent
in his sleep. He is curled
on the bathmat; he is sucking air.
You can read the rest of my poems, and the rest of the issue here :)