My Poem, “Haiti – The Forgotten Dying Land,” Now Part Of The Anthology, “Inner Eye”

  My Dear Friends, I’m very excited to announce that I’m going to be included along with other fellow writers in the anthology “Inner Eye”!  My poem, “Haiti – The Forgotten Dying Land” will be part of this printed publication, available now for purchase at Poet’s Choice (please scroll down the Home page to see […]

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Ripe Figs, Mustard Greens, and Dance

  lamenting for a taste of fresh figs from childhood trees where, when dipped in sugar,they left a fragrant and honeyed flavor upon a young girl’s tongue seeing elephant ears surrounding the outdoor porch where mom would set a table smelling black-eyed peas cooked with salt pork, mustard greens, and collards fried hush puppies with […]

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Drowning in Silence

  in these final loud wounding hours,the sunshine like a rainbow so dazzlingthrough my open slits, I can serenely departagony in the iris of my weary eyebubbles floating up I tenderly sigh sleeping where the purple iris lay stillrousing now to sing a silky song to herbuoyant yet strong faith swells in her heartthe silence […]

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Lonely Children

Trees wrap resilient arms tenderly around small children, who are crying out for hugs—haunted by lost memories of holding hands of friends and delivering laughter with loved ones they no longer see. Like fledglings with young minds, they wonder why the world they know, without warning, is experiencing a metamorphosis.   Clapping and swinging their long […]

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Lonely Employment

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 penniesthey torture my tongue, geographical as it wasit […]

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Monsters Exist

small was the wooden boat where I layin the pond of my youthred was the color of the water each dayfor my tears carried the truth sunshine filled the boat where secrets hidmy pole and bobber bright redkept me company, as I was five, a good kidI feared they wished I was dead monsters did […]

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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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Lockless

Keyless is my lock, yet I readily surrender myself completely,to my thinning skin with shadows of whispers and prickling flesh.Secrets buried beneath a stratum of my dried and cracking crust,as my haunting heart hungers for a yielding stillness, I can truly trust,until my essence is so sweetly scented fading back into ash and dust. Struggling […]

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