Social justice inks – anthology of poetry – Review

Social Justice Inks: Anthology of Poetry is a vividly raw collection of poems examining many types of social injustice. I am one of the contributors, but I do not consider myself to be biased. When the books arrived, I quickly and enthusiastically opened my package. I was determined to take my time with this book.  Randomly opening…

Lisa Tomey Anthology – Social Justice Inks

Social Justice Inks is a highly formidable book about many prominent issues related to Social Injustice in our world. I am so grateful to have three pieces in this thought-provoking book. When I listened to a video that Lisa Tomey held with some of the writers included in this book, I was brought to tears….

Please Read my pieces of poetry on I WRITE HER/ THE SHORT OF IT

Sadness Moans  shooting pain lurches like a stranger in the blackest night where monsters live releasing their copies, swarming past, out of sight jealousy walks on rugged stones stealing from the gifted holding hands of small cactus plants until the desert sands are shifted behind their peering eyes a Judas runs to throw a stone…

MY POEM “Lonely employment” live on edge of humanity

you ride your bike, crying down the hard dirt roadyour morning spent killing fliestheir price, a penny a carcasshanding me my money through the soul of their drunken hollowyou wonder, would they spend a penny for meI buy hot balls in a brown paper bag with my pennies To continue reading please visit EDGE OF…

“Sin At six” my new poem live now on the edge of humanity

gazing at vivid red brickswilling myself to evaporateinto the rough white stufflaying snuggling in betweenscarlet spies my secrets seen torrents of rain battering tinbolts of lightning are cracklingdogs a hollering so terrifiedmama’s orders down she layout tonight, the dogs will stay Please read the rest of my poem here on THE EDGE OF HUMANITY MAGAZINE …

My new poem live on The Edge of Humanity “High price”

Arising from the loamy soil and red clay emits the realm of cotton and tobacco.  Their breaths are a land of drudgery where drops of scarlet seep from hands that pick the whites of her thorny eyes.  Growing in fields of lost magnolias and gardenias adrift, where scentless trees play jazz for fairies and whippoorwills. …