I Dream of Mom and Dad

The sun was setting on my back, delighting me with fall whispersTrails of auburn and ginger colors left kisses of white ribbons on my skinAn anole wiggled with his last taste of energy behind dried leavesI heard a lone saxophone from an outdoor restaurant crying high notesThat is when I saw her, she was young […]

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Secrets of Savannah

timeworn, grey hair hangs curly by your wrinkled sideswhich weave lines much like an old map of forgotten placeslow to the ground as your limbs stretch outfrom your vast insides where your substance layand the truth of your years we can easily seefor your secrets will never be in season, sweet SavannahI sit at a […]

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My New Poem, “Violin Tears,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

tears crystalize on my small face like water on frozen glassquivering my hand reaches out with such yearningcolors of sapphire, and rubies I throw onto our canvasarising shapes of merriment mix with raw, passionate memoriescascading like secret rivers seeking new tributariesflutes thrill as life kisses my soul, and an orchestra performstiny dancers twirl, floating on […]

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Gifts of Love

your heart’s chamber bleeds into minerare its color, like the yellow cardinalcaressing unsung spaces and introducing virgin treasuresa lock of my red hair you wear around your neckbracelets made from dried forget me knots, and lavenderinside your pocket a song I wrote, stained with a captured tearthe hat you wore so many years ago when […]

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Nature’s Call

ballerina floats on air, lifted to the sky with gentle windshouses float like boats across the sky with finsdandelions drift by the thousands making soft snowfallhumpback whale calves whisper when they calla solitary cave formed by the wave movements of the seaas angel, butterfly, and leaf fish all swim free

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God is Waiting

The fine hairs of the tree moss,talk to one another in a languageonly they know. Years have gone since the heavybranches have felt the weightof heavy winter snow. The earth preserves herself withina cavity of love, as many thingshave fallen to slumber. Years ago when the moonlightbrought a trail of tears, Godtalked of such wonder. […]

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