Editor’s Pick, “One Petal at a Time,” Live on HotelMasticadores

It is an honor to be featured today on Hotel Masticadores by Michelle Ayon Navajas as the “Editor’s Pick!”  She did this for the anniversary of my book, One Petal at a Time.  She is especially gracious, as she is releasing an anthology titled After Rain Skies – A Global Anthology to encourage a connection with…

“After Rain Skies: The Global Anthology” Available March 8, 2025

I am honored and proud to be included in this new anthology that Michelle Ayon Navajas has curated.  There are more than two dozen talented authors who have contributed to this book with poetry and prose about survival after trauma. Be sure to pick up your copy when it becomes available next week! “I am…

The Cure – Live on HotelMasticadores

The Cure slow motion sobriety stirs direly like ticks on a thin-horned beast the black and white film resonates greasy black hair crawls like ants drunk for weeks, the smell lingers like a mucous trail of a banana slug blood dances a tango in your head vomit and snot, well-oiled fireworks explode on your white…

“Freezer Burn” Live Featured on IndiaMasticadores

Snow had fallen for five days in a row, and we were no longer allowed outside.  Yet, my hateful sisters, Ruth and Elizabeth, somehow obtained mom’s approval to drive to the deli right up the street.  Mom gave them money for sandwiches and hot cocoa.  They both stuck their tongues out at me as they…

“False Security” Now Live On Hotel

Standing sideways, like a cool drink of water with sandy hair, freckles, and blue-green eyes, you wink.  Lissom oaks that taste one too many tempests tire and lean upon false walls of hope.  Your welcoming harbors were the key that unlatched my heart.  Like the Crepe Myrtle, I shed my bark, to expose the pearly…

Scorn

fall upon and discard my saggy breast never good enough could never pass your family’s test   other women your eyes linger and sink talk of my beauty, char crisp dust lust for others, your toxic deceitful wink   someone else can taste your viscid hate I tire of you and your foul distain clog…

“Leaving the big four” live on masticadoresindia

Leaving the Big Four During the third year of school and living on the big four, I was divided into pieces by a swift sword, perching on my safety edge.  My brown eyes must have turned black as I heard mom’s words, but I was sure I was suffocating.  “Joy, honey, we are moving to…