Cold rain in Pittsburgh (Bottlecap Press 2024)
Homewood Cemetery
We, the million eyelets of fences
We, the lace,
the chainlink ribbons
of dark maple’s armsWe, the worm and stitch
of telephone wire
We, the autumn,
hiss, turn
“Cold rain in Pittsburgh is a collection of poems exploring the deep connection between one’s home and one’s self. Rooted in themes of identity and family, these poems chart the author’s experience of transience, belonging, and loss. A hometown becomes a testimony, a haven, a snare, and beacon. The story of the self is threaded through this unique regional lens.”
The Oracle’s Voicemail (Alien Buddha Press 2024)
These are strange & fretful times:
The audience will accept a hail of false signals
The audience will not accept a weak force
The audience expects a great deal of——Don’t
bother writing fires or floods or something
that springs full in the act
of destroying itself— Strange & Fretful Times(in Television)
“In The Oracle’s Voicemail, Danielle McMahon crafts a world where the ordinary cracks open to reveal something more surreal. Here, the mundane is a smokescreen that barely conceals the creeping absurdities beneath. These poems pulse with a low hum, capturing moments when reality buckles under its own weight.”
The TV Guide (Alien Buddha Press 2024)
i press my hand into the eye
of the TV lashed with heavy wood-grain
& fan my fingers out
to match the magician’s own— David Copperfield
“Whether tuning into the whispered confessions of the past or the frenetic noise of the present, The TV Guide is a collection that refuses to sit still. It dares readers to sit close, adjust the rabbit ears, and confront what plays out on the screen of memory.”
irl (Stanchion Books 2026)
{ }: I wanna loop around the dark farm roads
[ ]: ok
{ }: I wanna chart the trebled skies with my outreached palm, pluck the light from the stars and teeth them like fat strawberries
[ ]: really?
{ }: yep
[ ]: goosebumps
{ }: exactly
“irl is a chapbook cast in amber, a series of poems with a nostalgic bent, framed by clips of AOL Instant Messenger conversations. It is a love story and it is also not. It’s about kinship, communication, coming of age, and finding the right person at the right time. The poems of irl are tender without ever being sentimental and capture the agony and ecstasy of being seen as a young person.”
insecure lovesong (Maverick Duck Press 2024)
I am the arrow and the pull
I am the mouth of the drowned girlI am the snaking path of cobble
I am of root, of sinew & knotI am the ravenous, the leaden
I fix my gaze to keep— For Love, I dream-walk,
A micro-chap for flames old and new.
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rowhouse song (Ghost City Press 2025)
growing pains
a taste like the nip of black
petrichor on the tongue
that lingers on the tip& fingers pulse
with the shudder
of catalpa leaves—bare hearts receiving
the wide open world—we quake with the ache & the itch
of fruiting limbs
A micro-chap with poems about the wildness of girlhood, the skeletons in our closets, and the unthinkable.
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