Poetry, chapbook, 40 pages, from Bottlecap Features. "before my father passed away in 2017, he planted four lilac bushes on the hill outside of my childhood home: one for him, one for my mom, one for my sister, & one for me. the ground in that part of new york is rocky & dry; simply put, they should not have taken to the land. by sheer force of an aries’ will, a miracle, or perhaps just a deep love for walt whitman, they’re still blooming every spring. my debut poetry chapbook lilac on the damned’s breath is a love letter to loss; to impermanence; to forgiveness (even in the face of abandonment). like the lilacs, it seems impossible—on some days it is—but i promise a new spring will always come.