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 […]Read More Pure Beauty
Merry Christmas! If you love amazing harmony and a beautiful song sung a cappella, please take a moment to listen to this amazing rendition of “Mary Did You Know.” Thank you all so much for your love, support and for teaching me many things I did not know. You have all been a blessing in […]Read More Mary Did You Know?
within the choices, the ivy threads through thepatterned, worn, and tattered pieces of my youthits blood a mixture of punctures that weave circles of skin and bone into forgotten storiestucked in corners where candy corn and ice-cream drips dried, flying into dust devils along a path of smiles without corners with a cigarettehanging like a […]Read More Forks of Ivy
Nature Changes Hearts of love hang by spider silk, painting the rust-colored leaves,shedding old clothes as dying flowers bid goodbye to bees.Impatient is the fall wind, causing green to intermingle with the color brown.We are watching the movement of the last squirrels digging holes in the ground.Kisses fall from the sky from migrating birds as […]Read More Three New Poems on I Write Her – The Short of It
Wounded heart dangling in a hundred pieces, from gifted ancient treesWhere others have ventured for centuries, to weep, over Egypt’s Red SeasHer dying algae turning the blue-green waters to scarlet, the color of deathHues of the sunset rise with my embers towards heaven’s vast floral breathMy lonely aching soul, did awake a heartless, hurt spirit, […]Read More The Ancients
a tear ran down the circular stairschasing after its salty twintiny candles burned out loud in songuntil wick and wax were tiredeyelashes fluttered until taking flightsad eyes red from sorrow glimpsedfeet frolicked in red high heel shoesthenceforth wheels held brittle bonesyoung baby twins cried at a funerala grandmother never to be knownhe who died without […]Read More My God
Closing weary eyelids, my ornamental iron doorswith too many latchesRevolving thoughts like planets in an endless orbitstealing my nocturnal peaceBreaking the painful silences with cricket songsand a chorus of spring peepersMy conscience drifts within the smoke from a scented candlethrough countless keyholes To read the rest (please vote if you enjoy my work): Mourning Laughter, […]Read More Mourning Laughter, my latest poem published by Spillwords Press NYC