Josie Was

Josie was a button without a piece of threada child that lost the happy and ended up with dread a dancer with no lessons, shoes, or hopeespecially after seeing dad tie her mom up with rope a sun without the color yellow or a single raya girl that got mad at God because he made […]

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Cleansing Rain

blood drips from my heartmy silk gown grows thornsblinded by yellow from the start drowning in my own skinflowers grow from fingersa vase of emotions growing thin angry at God, I fall downanother day lily dies slowtears become an ocean of sound my cart is deep with painbrands of scentless sorrownaked, I await the cleansing […]

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We Dance For Silence

Like a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder […]

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My New Face

faces are skin for viewing, not for judginghiding one side of mine to forget the slaps it tookI ask us why is it so difficult for us to embrace our look if my face was right, my thin body wrongthe sea’s entire palette of blue surrounded mein my teenage years, something not many bothered to […]

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I Dream of Mom and Dad

The sun was setting on my back, delighting me with fall whispersTrails of auburn and ginger colors left kisses of white ribbons on my skinAn anole wiggled with his last taste of energy behind dried leavesI heard a lone saxophone from an outdoor restaurant crying high notesThat is when I saw her, she was young […]

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Striking Soldier

  (one minute read) dark the liner underneath her emerald green eyessorted whispers exchanged in a smoke-filled hollowcloaked in sadness, she journeys to the bar that floats in the airwalls of black notes isolate reality in a bluesy canvasmoney cannot buy her escape, not this earthy eveningstirring within her nose, the sting of hospital air […]

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Climbing Trees

Sweat oozed from my pores as I ran toward the barnSand spurs stung the bottoms of my fleeing feetAs I sprinted wildly toward Margie’s southern farmI prayed my drunk daddy would do me no harm In the woods, I had played with dollies and climbed treesThe big three, one with a treehouse I had visited […]

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Stream of Tears

Smooth white rocks line the familiar bedA sad child sits close beside me by the streamProviding me a harbor where I come to scream. Yabbies, mountain lobster or mudbugsCrawdads swimming against Nature’s mirrorI point them out to the girl who is now nearer. Appalachian bristle fern surrounds usNo one will attend my nursing graduationI share […]

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