It was as if the argument earlier today had grown legs and followed me to my rusty red probe. The callous words leaping and reverberating around the entrails of the safe confines of my sanctuary were horrifying. One and a half hours to travel home, craving that egocentric time. I turned the radio up even…
Category: Confusion
My New Poem “Life and love beseeches,” Live on MasticadoresIndia
tearfully shedding buttery orange leaves all yearsilently for each life shed in brutality and fear earth rejoices when drops descend from the skymixing with pores of earth’s green and dirt dry love kisses thistle and uncurls branches to clapwhile lovers snuggle close, slowing hearts to nap To continue reading please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called…
My New Poem Slow demise On MasticadoresUSA
red moon elevates levels of a blue-gray ocean with its pulllizards eat meat from their bodies as they outgrow skinants move eggs deep as it freezes near the top of the earthhoping for borrowed time and their instars to be birthed To continue reading go to MasticadoresUSA – thanks to the magazine’s editor Gabriela Marie Milton…
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…
My Poem “Abused Child,” Now featured on The Edge of Humanity Magazine
do not presume to know me my face a frowning moon crevices of sadness besmear a hoary soul who wonders here To continue reading on Edge of Humanity, please click here – please also follow and consider donating to their magazine. Big thanks to Joelcy Kay, Editor and Curator of The Edge of…
Live On Spillwords Press NYC – My new poem “From love to Hollowed Tree”
lightning striking emotions I can no longer contain burning my skin with your scathing looks for you have found another smelling her lilac perfume burns my nose and cuts ridges on my hips how will your fingers forget the heavenly world you traced on my body your hands drew life softly in circles, birthing spasms…
My poem haiti-the forgotten dying land now featured on edge of humanity
scant trees hold precious life in soildownpours run without mercyflushing minerals into low landscharcoal created from the sparse bushtiny fingers burn on hot boiling potof small green leaves collectedoverfished waters leave nets lying emptysilent goat bones weave like shadowsstomachs ache like a black tooth decaying blank stares of a slave child with a swollen bellychained…
Bowl of Sorrow
my eyes swollen, arousing now, the floor vanisheshobby horse clings to a ceiling that does not existfragments of skin reek of fear, never ceasingmy heart is pounding, breathless for airbecoming that boney, big-eared childyou are no longer kind to mepretending not to seefor I am cagednot free
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…
My Poem Published in the Tiny Seed Literary Journal
My poem in the “Facing the fire” edition I Fear The Dragon upside down is my worldly existence; my skin’s coating stinks of fear like a piece of chicken dusted heavy with self-rising flour consumed with my utter dread of the red dragon who breathes fire her hair brittle from bleaching, broken blood vessels speckle…