Monsters Exist

small was the wooden boat where I layin the pond of my youthred was the color of the water each dayfor my tears carried the truth sunshine filled the boat where secrets hidmy pole and bobber bright redkept me company, as I was five, a good kidI feared they wished I was dead monsters did […]

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Memories Etched in Photographs

Pussy willows motion to a yellow warbler, for its pollen drips like liquid gold. Focusing your lens, you beckon your loving directions softly to me. My heart hastens its beat, warming me, as I follow your instructions. Flip flops shed on the pond’s edge, where we have poured our passion and fed our love. My […]

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Calabash Pipe

I walk through dark waters and study them turning memories to bloodthe full moon shines her dreamless side down, with disdain for the divinemoving into the shadows and the grays of night, with its cautious armstwo lovers lost their way, in the swamp, where the cypress grows into the airtattered pieces of white crinoline torn, […]

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Lashes to Ashes

echoes of carriages on cobblestonesjourney like dim shadows over hillsoil lit lamps flicker with secret whispersfeigning comfort to a cortigiana di lumedrinks of fear served in fickle gobletslies shifting as masked faces dancesnakes biting flesh, stings of deathone flawed brevity of rancorous tongueprocured a stake and vile ignition ashes of a courtesan seized by a […]

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Psalm to Twilight

Sweet the twilight tears of yesterday where hope exist in our glorious worldGod illuminating the nighttime, the moon and stars light the corridor of our pathMoonbeams kiss the dark hours bringing forth the white MoonflowerNocturnal moths drawn to its scent to pollinate the center of the five-pointed star Synchronizing their flashing as they dance while […]

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Climbing Trees

Sweat oozed from my pores as I ran toward the barnSand spurs stung the bottoms of my fleeing feetAs I sprinted wildly toward Margie’s southern farmI prayed my drunk daddy would do me no harm In the woods, I had played with dollies and climbed treesThe big three, one with a treehouse I had visited […]

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