My New Short, True Story “Hindsight” Now On Hotel Masticadores

Hindsight All my childhood memories flooded my lungs like murky waters from a broken dam, making it difficult to breathe. I loved my dad and couldn’t ignore his earnest pleas to bring his granddaughter home. My mom’s visit when Christina was born was both a blessing and a curse. Still, I had made my choice,…

My New Poem “Lies” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores

Lies gaze upon the bloodless moon, but do not profess to know her passion touch my minikin self, yet know, it’s buds hold no words from my ink alone, no one cares to cherish my heart, which hovers loosely upon a thread woven by the larval stage of a moth, which treasures me dare not…

Celebrating Our New Art Piece – Thank You, Tiffany Arp Daleo!

Tiffany Arp Daleo is an incredibly gifted artist who works in mixed media.  She has shown her work professionally in many places and continues to amaze us with her talents.  She is a successful painter and photographer.  Her work often makes me feel peaceful.  We had a hard time picking between three paintings (Eggs Under…

My New Poem “Remembered” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores

Remembered  candle wax drips like acid inkwell dry, my letters crisp  ennoble the chaste grandeur words wrap around my neck like a quill and crimson shawl sincere lexes, gilded stardust heart lay bare, to accite one nameless shalt one leave me in a country glade where thou hast touched the lace upon my neck, with…

My New Poem “Moonlight Fedora” Now On Hotel Masticadores

Moonlight Fedora hatched in smoky vapors of opiumfrom a mystical brazen beastshe saunters like dated brown molassesdripping gentle, tuneful notesparasol, held skyward, hollowed outbut its sturdy frame holds at least thick and tall the fedora upon her headamid dwindling tapestry, pale blueglorious her face, such splendoraroused by daring dreams of sailorselongated body floats through the…

“Prayers Answered,” A Christmas Story Now Love On Hotel Masticadores

Prayers Answered Snow clung to a small mulberry tree in the distance.  It was a sad reminder of the old cotton fields nestled close to where Josie used to call home.  Snow was something different, like something pure.  Still, Josie was lost in a state of misery.  She peered through the narrow window that overlooked…