back to nature

freedomcutting my long hairadorning myself with natureoysters share their flawed pearlsearthworms sing songs of gratitudesilk stockings gathering at my thin ankleswearing a tiny cotton flour sack, I feel peacemy soul sailing on a boat, feeling a joyful worldly release Don’t forget to place your vote at Spillwords Press NYC for Author of the Year, Poetic […]

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Sneaking Out

escaping from illusory bars, brown eyes vigorously awaken to the night scales falling from them like Saul’s eyes, now no longer blind or fearful gliding into the music of the trumpet’s voice calling this mystically gifted one gardenia trees and whippoorwills trailing her for a song of evening freedom spinning around, she feels the soft […]

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River’s Song

I hide within her rolling peaks and float with ferns that line the river Playing the snapping turtle’s shell pulsating sounds echo in rhythm Scarlet Tanagers singing along with warblers from their thin branches Water moccasins slither like ribbons in the wind close to her long lip Young Blue-fronted Dancers perform a colorful salsa within […]

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South African Sea Forest

three hearts you own a kindred spirit of the seapainting with ink, you soardisguising you floatoh octopusin shadowlands the new world hides you safely among the kelpcalming the blustery currentmist moves like a widowlamentingIn shadowlands newborn jellyfish dance agilely in cobalt waterssoothing souls with danceglass bodies shiftingeffortlesslyin shadowlands raindrops hit blue water with persistencepopping back […]

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Sprinkle of Gold

a trail of love springs forth with morning gloriesas rain disperses drops, on steaming, searing sandtemperate waves leave kisses on briny shoresalike a ring placed on the ankle of a new bridemoonlight is tasting the glitter of dusk in Valenciaan artist captures musical notes and the heartsof women dancers, on canvas, his wife, and one […]

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My Honey Bee

Like honey the smell of the pink feathery blooms of the mimosaAre my contemplations of your wrinkled brow when I shall weepKnowing already, tender wounds which drip blood, that cut deep Dressings are indulgent shadows of a multitude of kisses laid softTo divert recollections that burden the holes where tears do pourFoulness one tries to […]

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