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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My Poem Published in the Tiny Seed Literary Journal
My poem in the “Facing the fire” edition I Fear The Dragon upside down is my worldly existence; my skin’s coating stinks of fear like a piece of chicken dusted heavy with self-rising flour consumed with my utter dread of the red dragon who breathes fire her hair brittle from bleaching, broken blood vessels speckle…
My New Featured Post on Spillwords Press NYC, “Abuse Montage”
I wrote this poem about the abuse I suffered as a child from a child’s perspective. Many isolated children during this challenging time are at even greater risk. Children who suffer significant abuse often look and behave perfectly in public. abuse montage dark shadows are the sting of my lifememory clouded by waves of strifetiny…
Lonely Employment
you ride your bike, crying down the hard dirt roadyour morning spent killing fliestheir price, a penny a carcasshanding me my money through the soul of their drunken hollowyou wonder, would they spend a penny for meI buy hot balls in a brown paper bag with my penniesthey torture my tongue, geographical as it wasit…
Monsters Exist
small was the wooden boat where I layin the pond of my youthred was the color of the water each dayfor my tears carried the truth sunshine filled the boat where secrets hidmy pole and bobber bright redkept me company, as I was five, a good kidI feared they wished I was dead monsters did…
Climbing Trees
Sweat oozed from my pores as I ran toward the barnSand spurs stung the bottoms of my fleeing feetAs I sprinted wildly toward Margie’s southern farmI prayed my drunk daddy would do me no harm In the woods, I had played with dollies and climbed treesThe big three, one with a treehouse I had visited…
Stream of Tears
Smooth white rocks line the familiar bedA sad child sits close beside me by the streamProviding me a harbor where I come to scream. Yabbies, mountain lobster or mudbugsCrawdads swimming against Nature’s mirrorI point them out to the girl who is now nearer. Appalachian bristle fern surrounds usNo one will attend my nursing graduationI share…
Once Treeless
Paralyzed by emotions, dismal visions haunt my eye’s memoryFaces in plates, probing hands of strangers, and the smell of pee.Fairy letters under wet pillow laid, hoping they will set me free. A veil of melancholy wraps me like a cocoon as dread is calling.Our neighbor plucks buckshot from the leg, her husband’s shot.The smell of…
Slowly Cracking
Oh unholy time, save me from that which creepeth all too near,Enclose me not into a world, to wait in turn decay.For it is the sticky spiders’ web, my untimely senses do fear.Upon a Lilly pad afloat I wish to lie, until another day.From all, and all from me, sharing only nature’s sweetish kiss.Adorned butterflies…
Beautiful Young Pin Cushion
Have you ever sensed it The poisonous sting of another? Piercing clothes, skin, muscle and bones Needles poking, pushing deeply into your eyes Looking away does naught to soothe the tender flesh. Burning bushes of anger deep inside you suddenly awakened Fraught with insecurities laid there deep-rooted by another And intense is the passion of…