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Category: Innocence lost
My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On Masticadoresindia
The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw…
My Short Story “Booze And Bobcats” Now On MasticadoresIndia
Anguish threw her vile smell around the house like a cat who sprays the coffee pot. Strings of tension gave rise to erect hair follicles like they always did when something horrible was about to happen. Mom and my little sister Rosa were nowhere to be found. Dad’s car was parked in the back of…
Live on MasticadoresIndia, My New Poem “Noses Bleed White”
dahlias budding in arid Culiacangold and silver shine in your sun mines giving death to fledglingsevil rapes the earth, stealing her bountypacific wind blows humanity backward as do closed eyes of stiff cartelcoke bleeds noses pink and scarletdeath calls naïve lovers in silk sheets To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores )…
my new poem “The phoenix” live on masticadoresindia
A serpent turninginto a great birdwith wings of blueand words I heard killing and blooddeath and sorrowinnocence cryingforgetting tomorrow great his swordwings shine whiteserpent sailing highGod hand did smite To finish reading my new piece please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and please remember to like, share and subscribe! Right before…
My New poem “school’s out early” now live on spillwords press, nyc
nineteen hearts to memorializewhiffs of jasmine swim from woundsshock sails off tiny precious facesevil still crawls in the worst of places To finish reading my poem please go to SpillWords Press, NYC – A big thank you to Dagmara K., Director of Development | Editing Department for supporting me by publishing my work. It is…