Poetry

I write poetry that explores vulnerability and desire, under the pen name “es.”

For Lovers And Others

I am available to host workshops on processing and recontextualizing queer desire. All materials included.

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Poetry Collections

practices in worship

is a collection of poetry exploring vulnerability and desire through the lens of the mystical tarot. As if being shuffled by a skilled hand in a dimly lit room, this collection of poems invites you on an exploration through the intricacies of religious trauma and the struggle between longing and surrender. it draws on the timeless essence of the tarot while offering readers a literary experience that may linger long after the final verse.


is a poignant poetry collection that delves into the sacred rituals of longing and devotion, and the duality of desire. This collection invites readers to embrace the complexity of their hunger and discover the sacredness that is woven into the fabric of our human experience.

devotio moderna

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“1. I was a child reckless and in love with the world before I knew that loving was a sin 2. grown I hold that child up to the glass to see the life I have made for us 3. gay and in love gay and happy gay as in happy 4. If love is God
“you can grow as a small tree that remains evergreen for year- s. In the spring, sweet smelling, vibrant petals surround us birds are humans, too.” es.
“I hope this desire kills me at least then I would know peace” es.
“between empty pastures and broken roads and boarded up buildings and ghosts stands the house i grew up in my parents still inside but a house alone can not hold what lasts and nothing lasts forever neither brick nor mortar nor flesh
“it was a sunday we were doing your laundry I looked at you for a moment a quick glance but I thought forever” es.
“I would peel every pomegranate for you to keep the red off your hands” es.
“when i’m with you like this I don’t need anything else I don’t need food or water or air or god I only need you and you give yourself over to me so wholly holy I’ll never want for anything” es.
“I watch you as your fingers roll the delicate paper and your tongue licks it closed when you hold it between your fingers lighter in your other hand ready I could swear it was me you were lighting on fire” es.