Charlotte Street Art

Recently I was in Charlotte, North Carolina, and I visited the fantastic NoDa art district. The artist painted this in 2010. His name is William Puckett, and he used acrylic paint.   He shouted for volunteers, and 274 people from the community showed up. They are all in the painting. The name of the piece I […]

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He Is

bullfrogs playing banjo strings in a scarlet sunsetwater surging in veins of the rainforest in Borneodots that salsa around on the back of a newborn fawncolors mingling on a palette, the firmament at dawn fire rainbow made by ice crystals and bright sunlightantelope canyon, shades reflect on the navajo sandstonehanging pouches, mammatus clouds dangling in […]

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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 and please […]

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My New Poem “Seasonal Delights” Live On Masticadoresindia

whispering limbs sense a tender heartreleasing a chorale of euphonious notesdrifting, my soul floats, eyeing an arrayof foliage in various stages of life’s hopes saluting the old sweet gum tree, I lingerspring webworms laying their eggs underfresh green leaves talking of such fatiguelaying a thousand eggs, it is no wonder To continue reading, please visit […]

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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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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 […]

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