white blanket, salty sand at the edges of a slice of life “forgotten war”pale face of a thousand lives long since moved on, in shadow breathwind blows adagio maiden grass wildly, on windy edge, prayers for long lifebright yellow cotton trees and willows call to the white ripples of confettilong ponderous arms of cerulean firmaments,…
Category: Death
“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…
Her first “I love you”
tops of ancient trees gather timeless within the weighted breeze, they sing within a huddle hovering like flour in crispy air when buttermilk biscuit flour tosses with her love and song dancing like a last love affair you do not know her bare bones nipples sticking through thin threads no money for a bra, boys…
my new story “The Blue Pill” live on masticadoresindia
Having had migraines for years, I knew I would need that third pill. No more than 300 milligrams of Imitrex, and I would take that enormous, new, blue blood pressure pill my family doctor just prescribed. I was way too young to be having blood pressure issues. But the unexpected has a way of meandering…
To All My Readers, you are my family
My big window parading all my friends so close by, yet no one tattled or told me today was the day they would die. Yesterday, the sun was a bit worn-out, and some rain cried while wetting the earth, but still, I saw the new Creeping Jenny’s annual birth. My eyes don’t work well…
My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On Masticadoresindia
The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw…
“Special Delivery” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia
The giblets of a turkey never got me worked up. Thoughts of stuffing, long-necked turkey soup, or even giblet gravy didn’t dance in my head. Instead, my mouth would water when Mama breaded and fried up those turkey gizzards, yummy! Our menu included lots of small lobster tails with the usual seafood trimmings. Sides included…
Live on MasticadoresIndia – “Secret behind my dad’s death”
Strange questions were bouncing off the wall when I said goodbye to Dad. As I lay, the phone down, my intuition was flexing its head like a water moccasin. I sensed a myriad of harsh realities lurking like monsters in dense fog. It was a simple lung biopsy, and they had stabilized his blood pressure,…
Live on MasticadoresIndia, My New Poem “Noses Bleed White”
dahlias budding in arid Culiacangold and silver shine in your sun mines giving death to fledglingsevil rapes the earth, stealing her bountypacific wind blows humanity backward as do closed eyes of stiff cartelcoke bleeds noses pink and scarletdeath calls naïve lovers in silk sheets To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores )…
My New Short Story, “Death of a Stranger,” Live On MasticadoresIndia
Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd. My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me. I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare. I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three nurses were raped in…