“I Linger” Now Live on MasticadoresIndia

water wrinklesspeaking calmly to mewildly I hunt amid ageless cypress treesflooded with water, their twisted kneesdevour traveling fresh airbecoming yawning stalactitesat night, crimson embers fly skywardas fireflies graze between pinesepochs old as men eat flesh from elk To continue reading please go to MasticadoresIndia, please consider subscribing, sharing and liking if you enjoy the poem.  

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Pure Beauty

blades of olive grass salute her rare grandeur fledglings move tenderly to offer new buds for scarlet hair thousand-year willow oaks cultivate a canopy of cover youthful rosy breast and curvy hips from God’s own palette cerulean eyes sparkle and dance as she stirs slowly God takes her slender hand as wings unfurl, still wet […]

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The Devil

Mount Ararat holds the wind in the silence of snow peaks where splinters of the ark rub nails creaking in her cypress side hope traversing mountain wafts lavender, jasmine, and wisteria sing woeful at an oath once absolute Please read the rest of my poem at MasticadoresIndia, if you enjoy the piece you can show […]

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she stares – an ameri-ku

Flat black hat resting as it framesthis exquisite yet somber and mournful face,  her elongated legs and armsstretching, as if an iron highway to nowhere lingering in a world of deathher other half, a year ago, took his last breath This beautiful sculpture was created by Louise McDowell.  It is cast bronze completed in 1996 […]

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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 […]

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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.  

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