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…
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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,…
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,…
My New Publication in The Tiny Seed Literary Journal
My New Poem Revisiting a Sanctuary for a Child Who Found her Freedom thin and wrinkled, like stiff branches, I see my armsshaking now as does the fledging before its first flightcarefully sitting down under the same old favorite oakmy heart like a beacon holding on forever to this momentlooking out on brownish waters…
Bashful Lily
black and white notes of the wide-eyed dusty pianospare the two lovers their uncharted melodybare windows are dripping tales on the insidewhile flushed water lilies turn their petals bashfullyemerald green and scarlet was their cottage on the searising from the bed now, sated, he moves with a focussmelling bacon, and fresh coffee brewing, her smile…
A Day Adrift
Gentle winds weep as gusts carry toilsome burdens swiftly alongMermaids, fairies, and whales join in this hauntingly woeful songOld legs holding up sorrowful eyes cry blood upon the empty streetRusted iron table, only one chair left where her friends would meetHeavy skies release a burden and clouds bring forth a dense rainCovering porch swings, hobby…
Carolina Widow
Whispers weave through leaves of seedlings like nimble fingersPulling fine silk threads creating patterns of beauty on loomsGarden spiders drink drops of morning dew from webs proudly craftedSporting bright yellow bodies, alike the color children paint the sunGrubs buried deep in shallow graves thrive in fertile black soil awaitingFeeding on grassroots with ravenous appetites for…
Skin Still Soft
Wrinkled fingers clasped together to form hands in prayerLooking toward the heavens, she asks Friend, are you there? I’ve lived a long life she thinks warming herself by the fireI am all that’s left; my situation seems so lonely and dire. I am old and tired my Lord she whispers and I’m ready to goMy bones ache in this…
