Social Justice Inks is a highly formidable book about many prominent issues related to Social Injustice in our world. I am so grateful to have three pieces in this thought-provoking book. When I listened to a video that Lisa Tomey held with some of the writers included in this book, I was brought to tears….
Category: Hope
Charlotte Street Art
Recently I was in Charlotte, North Carolina, and I visited the fantastic NoDa art district. The artist painted this in 2010. His name is William Puckett, and he used acrylic paint. He shouted for volunteers, and 274 people from the community showed up. They are all in the painting. The name of the piece I…
“My Shadow” now Live on MasticadoresIndia
tenderly touch me for I was once rawsinging floral notes softly from a flush skynever leaving your shadow, you are my sheltermy guardian, my shield who wisely can hum away pain To read the rest of this piece, please click on MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), and if you enjoy the writing or it…
My new poem “Зник (Disappeared)” Live on SpillWords NYC (Viewer Discretion Advised)
grief falls from my pocketpuddles of barren momentsbloody dolly circles a filthy drainlaughter, and love in a gilded locketdangles deep between my cold breastscaptives of war, our daughter’s voice dead To read the remainder of this piece please visit SpillWords Press NYC and also like, share and follow SpillWords Press NYC.
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…
My New Poem “Sunflower – A New Page” Live On MasticadoresUSA
I am a sunflower golden, proud, and tall dancing playfully toward the bright sun no longer living in the land of the small Dots of death at night bees that can sting mom sewing me shut to curtain my truth No longer huddling up a cowardly thing Hiding my food in panties so I could…
My Debut Short Story “Cold Red Washcloth” Live on MasticadoresIndia
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…
He Is
bullfrogs playing banjo strings in a scarlet sunsetwater surging in veins of the rainforest in Borneodots that salsa around on the back of a newborn fawncolors mingling on a palette, the firmament at dawn fire rainbow made by ice crystals and bright sunlightantelope canyon, shades reflect on the navajo sandstonehanging pouches, mammatus clouds dangling in…
Death Toll Rising
moon slips warily inside a red envelope refusing to come out owls cough up hoots praying over owlets the sun wears blinds anoles unable to warm fire ants stinging eating tough flesh trees halt, drop leaves eggs left, nest cold birds fall, sky red in protest of the dead We continue to pray…
My New Poem “Life and love beseeches,” Live on MasticadoresIndia
tearfully shedding buttery orange leaves all yearsilently for each life shed in brutality and fear earth rejoices when drops descend from the skymixing with pores of earth’s green and dirt dry love kisses thistle and uncurls branches to clapwhile lovers snuggle close, slowing hearts to nap To continue reading please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called…