Sunday’s Hay Field

  sadness is a raw wound wrapped in bandagesliving in the thought of a picnic without dancing antsa family carrying a basket with lost Sundays and sandwiches listening to the radio, pretending to dancebitter the old man who can no longer stand to eat corntoothless, he remembers the river swallowing a closing glance his son, […]

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Atacama Blooms

looks that peel my painful, prickled skin slowly off my bodystepping on me as if I were a small stone beneath the dirtbarely enough of a bother to remove this insignificant gritlost in the Atacama desert riding a llama who talks of my fatethere is a storm of grave proportion in Chile’s parched desertwithin a […]

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Respite for Nature

    seagulls glide, splitting the air into fragments of glass, as memories, giving birtheffortlessly, like angels fluff their feathers when flying above vast mother earth heartbeats heard in tiny hummingbirds, melodic with the song of the oak treesripen fruit, beckons the fowl, in the light of the sun, as red daylilies bring bees anoles […]

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Forks of Ivy

within the choices, the ivy threads through thepatterned, worn, and tattered pieces of my youthits blood a mixture of punctures that weave circles of skin and bone into forgotten storiestucked in corners where candy corn and ice-cream drips dried, flying into dust devils along a path of smiles without corners with a cigarettehanging like a […]

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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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Regrets of a Southern Death

gazing at her photo as if measures of time were echosof the rapid beat of a hummingbird’s wingfor if he dared to linger upon the fading vision that was once hereven a second longer, her death would occur all over againexcept for his memory, she was salt mixed with brown ash, bone andfour long screws […]

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Butterfly Kisses

Light from the sun caresses a spider web.Moving gently, it creates a prism of dancing light.Black-capped chickadees pluck yellow moths from overgrown ivy.Like vivid green lace, it creates the lifeline of the small screen porch.Cycles of life are seen from our bed, awakening with the yellow-orange of sunrise.Our nest is warm with notions and promises […]

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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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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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