We Survived and Arrived – Now as Warriors We Thrive
The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Sleep would not come easy tonight as I climbed trees and drove my bike to our town’s small store. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering […]
Read More My Debut Short Story “Cold Red Washcloth” Live on MasticadoresIndiagazing at vivid red brickswilling myself to evaporateinto the rough white stufflaying snuggling in betweenscarlet spies my secrets seen torrents of rain battering tinbolts of lightning are cracklingdogs a hollering so terrifiedmama’s orders down she layout tonight, the dogs will stay Please read the rest of my poem here on THE EDGE OF HUMANITY MAGAZINE […]
Read More “Sin At six” my new poem live now on the edge of humanityArising from the loamy soil and red clay emits the realm of cotton and tobacco. Their breaths are a land of drudgery where drops of scarlet seep from hands that pick the whites of her thorny eyes. Growing in fields of lost magnolias and gardenias adrift, where scentless trees play jazz for fairies and whippoorwills. […]
Read More My new poem live on The Edge of Humanity “High price”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 […]
Read More We Dance For Silencedo 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 […]
Read More My Poem “Abused Child,” Now featured on The Edge of Humanity Magazinecoming from the land of the drunken sunwhere he ended and I barely dare becomeshe was a crow that brought us all togetherrum drizzling, thunderbolt winter weatherrioting lot she was afflicting all kinds of harmliving on those four acres of our teeny farmbleeding red petunias into fine white sandthriving while growing things on fertile landforgiveness […]
Read More Blood Petuniasmy 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
Read More Bowl of Sorrowdo not presume to know memy face a frowning mooncrevices of sadness besmeara hoary soul who wonders here wounds scab, heal and gazeas an eyeless void, she paintsno peak can lug the weightof a child begotten such a fate
Read More Abused childfaces 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 […]
Read More My New FaceSkin leaching brown hues like fragments of oozing figs gone badWindows reacting with endless weeping of humidity trappedVases with parched flowers thought to bewitch and beguile usAre eaten by dust mites exploding with toxic, endless self-shameShrouded in enigmas an ill room of wicked waywardness cameCrack by unnerving crack she brought it down with her blame […]
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