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  • “Twenty-Five Cents” my new story on masticadoresindia May 19, 2023
  • “Leaving the big four” live on masticadoresindia April 29, 2023
  • My new poem “heaven” on Masticadoresusa April 22, 2023
  • My poem “Sands of Our Glass” on MasticadoresIndia April 20, 2023

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“Twenty-Five Cents” my new story on masticadoresindia

Long John Silvers was one of my first jobs in high school.  Riding my bike on Saturday, hungry, smelly, and with jeans that hugged my thin frame to the point of being naughty, I went inside.  The sign on the door said, “Help Needed.”    All the high schoolers went there to eat lunch because it […]

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“Special Delivery” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia

The giblets of a turkey never got me worked up. Thoughts of stuffing, long-necked turkey soup, or even giblet gravy didn’t dance in my head.  Instead, my mouth would water when Mama breaded and fried up those turkey gizzards, yummy! Our menu included lots of small lobster tails with the usual seafood trimmings.  Sides included […]

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My Short Story “Booze And Bobcats” Now On MasticadoresIndia

Anguish threw her vile smell around the house like a cat who sprays the coffee pot.  Strings of tension gave rise to erect hair follicles like they always did when something horrible was about to happen.  Mom and my little sister Rosa were nowhere to be found. Dad’s car was parked in the back of […]

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Live on MasticadoresIndia – “Secret behind my dad’s death”

Strange questions were bouncing off the wall when I said goodbye to Dad. As I lay, the phone down, my intuition was flexing its head like a water moccasin. I sensed a myriad of harsh realities lurking like monsters in dense fog. It was a simple lung biopsy, and they had stabilized his blood pressure, […]

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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 […]

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My New Poem “Sunflower – A New Page” Live On MasticadoresUSA

I am a sunflower golden, proud, and tall dancing playfully toward the bright sun no  longer living in the land of the small Dots of death at night bees that can sting mom sewing me shut to curtain my truth No longer huddling up a cowardly thing Hiding my food in panties so I could […]

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My Debut Short Story “Cold Red Washcloth” Live on MasticadoresIndia

The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines.  Sleep would not come easy tonight as I climbed trees and drove my bike to our town’s small store.  Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering […]

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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 […]

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“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  […]

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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.  […]

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