Skin leaching brown hues like fragments of oozing figs gone badWindows reacting with endless weeping of humidity trappedVases with parched flowers thought to bewitch and beguile usAre eaten by dust mites exploding with toxic, endless self-shameShrouded in enigmas an ill room of wicked waywardness cameCrack by unnerving crack she brought it down with her blame…
Category: Isolation
Regrets of a Southern Death
gazing at her photo as if measures of time were echosof the rapid beat of a hummingbird’s wingfor if he dared to linger upon the fading vision that was once hereven a second longer, her death would occur all over againexcept for his memory, she was salt mixed with brown ash, bone andfour long screws…
Ripe Figs, Mustard Greens, and Dance
lamenting for a taste of fresh figs from childhood trees where, when dipped in sugar,they left a fragrant and honeyed flavor upon a young girl’s tongue seeing elephant ears surrounding the outdoor porch where mom would set a table smelling black-eyed peas cooked with salt pork, mustard greens, and collards fried hush puppies with…
Three New Poems on I Write Her – The Short of It
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…
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 Review of Stuart Aken’s Dystopian Novella
5.0 out of 5 stars Excellent writing, amazing characters, and a dystopian novella that is too close for comfort! Stuart Aken’s “The Methuselah Strain” is a dystopian novella that brings a formidable look into the potential and not so shocking future for humanity. The writer has done his research, and without making far-reaching changes in how…
Frailty Amongst The Lies
Frailty the stuff of life where burdens lie, and people buryUnsung songs, misery, and grave hardships twice we carry Bruises moving like brown tadpoles in a dry southern creekVoices shallow telling lies like traitors when they dare speak My heart is broken by daggers thrown from a vengeful voiceChoosing kindness gifted in golden threads is…
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…
Port of Call
walking on sultry air toward the lightslingering to smell the hidden sunshinestill treading so softly on these nights tacit air is where you would caress mewhere the darkness holds our imprintsinto my heart my sailor from the sea my beach house, and I did give you allawake again as bodies spent exploringin Wilmington’s once lonely…
She Could Not Go But Dare Not Stay
wasted librettos float through white sheets hung out yesteryear to dryher pain begins behind dour cheeks and strikes notes off pageslonely tears no longer owning a tributary are sent away to lament and die on her way home, she passes a graveyard for spellbound weeping willowsporcelain pores ache to be heard, open still awaiting his…