I am a soul that spirals within the languid cylindrical cavity of a flute. Fragrances pass through me, caressing my heart like a compassionate breeze that carries earth’s gifts. Through the eyes of a bee, I forage for sweet tenderness lost in the rough concrete of my childhood home. Fear, pain, and sorrow lay a…
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My new Poem “my flavor,” live on masticadoresindia
sipping me softly through a fairy’s strawsampling each flavoryou whisper, it is my essence you savor Please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), Editor Terveen Gill, to finish reading my post. If you like, please read and share. Also, don’t forget to subscribe, like, and follow MasticadoresIndia and the magazine publications of this…
Sorrowful Surrogate
Ripe the delicate fig I place inside my hungry mouth,its flavor heightened by a residue of sugar left on midnight lipssliding sluggishly down with laudanum and brandy Opening a cross-window, I watch your tall silhouette movesated, down the dark street with your tricorne hatas our smells fused with the oils of our young bodies,I…
Flutist
the heart is a cage that traps birds with no wingsblack keys on the piano play their neighbors in whitefor they will sing for the voiceless birds tonight in the distance air blows over handmade holesmaking chamber music for forty-three-thousand yearscalming the restless and weary as they bleed tears the warrior is a victor, still…
