securing her likeness within the shifting fogchasing lingering moon dancers in her red apronelbows raw from scaping the dancing tree limbsa breakfast of oats and honey sits on the tablethinking of the first time they met in the stable a newborn wren chirping for its morning wormtapping her shoulder, the first ray of pinkish sunwhite…
Category: Innocents
The Poet’s Tender Heart
love, a raindrop, a snowflake, or the uniqueness of the flight of the leafmoon shades of green bringing forth a canvas within the ocean’s kelpsongbirds sing for both you and me underneath the power of the same blue skyblack keys suit the music of your mystifying and powerfully winged wordswhite keys that are jealous are…
Robins Foraging and Memories
slicing my feet with memories sticking between my tiny toescold earth with her crackling leaves of brown and redstuck in cotton and tobacco fields with memories he knows leaves dancing in the sun while moist soil summons the birdseating worms drowning in the water beneath the coversame place you unearthed me, shaking, no ears for…
My New Publication in The Tiny Seed Literary Journal
My New Poem Revisiting a Sanctuary for a Child Who Found her Freedom thin and wrinkled, like stiff branches, I see my armsshaking now as does the fledging before its first flightcarefully sitting down under the same old favorite oakmy heart like a beacon holding on forever to this momentlooking out on brownish waters…
My Poem Published in the Tiny Seed Literary Journal
My poem in the “Facing the fire” edition I Fear The Dragon upside down is my worldly existence; my skin’s coating stinks of fear like a piece of chicken dusted heavy with self-rising flour consumed with my utter dread of the red dragon who breathes fire her hair brittle from bleaching, broken blood vessels speckle…
My New Featured Post on Spillwords Press NYC, “Abuse Montage”
I wrote this poem about the abuse I suffered as a child from a child’s perspective. Many isolated children during this challenging time are at even greater risk. Children who suffer significant abuse often look and behave perfectly in public. abuse montage dark shadows are the sting of my lifememory clouded by waves of strifetiny…
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…
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…
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,…
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…