weeping crowmoon hangs lowwords slash in single fileblood plunges on Italian tilean infant takes four steps to momdad is raking leaves on browning lawnred-headed nurse prays for the dead this dawn I am dedicating this poem to nurses, doctors, and anyone working in any capacity within the healthcare industry. A special thanks to our…
Category: longing
“A Siren’s Call” live on spillwords Press NYC
ardor cuts into the soles of my feetblood stirring as I run to the sealeaves of green grow from each fingerseaweed flowing from my head in curls To finish reading, please go to SpillWords Press NYC. If you enjoy this new piece, which I am so honored to have published by the staff at SpillWords, please press…
The cliffs of moher
leaves of many colors mingle to dispersea steaming bowl of porridge to feed the craving earthrain turns directions, as limestone clenches sea flowersour love flying with the peregrine falcons by the cliffs of moherusing night writing, molds of movement, on the blanket we once did share
Loving the Rough Edges
Specks of dust glide in slow motion while a hypnotic dance performs within the light of the morning sun. Eyes dry filled with fairy dust, collecting their magic in a blue silk bag. Your strong arms, now stretching deliberately they pull my willing body close. In the distance, a lawnmower is cutting nature’s carpet as…
I Find You
you are there swooning on the tinge of the gardenia scenton the lime green-eyed wing of a Luna moth tattered and spentresounding within the impassionate vibration of the newborn’s crywhen you pray for the window weeper as she tarries and lets out a sigh I find you in the glimpse of dewdrops like notes…
A Life of Jazz and Love
do you remember biting my bottom lipwe consumed one another bit by bit you asked me if I loved you just a little rubbing my smell on your hat, I played you like a fiddle lifting me in the air with your armsI drank a bottle full of your charms I look in the mirror at…
Scores of Saturdays
A freckle danced circles around her noseLittle feet moving like a ballerinaTeeth crafting her smile into a bright starHer hair smelling of ripe strawberriesOh, how he loved her, and how she liked to danceWatching her, knowing her, consumed in a trance Dropping on the floor tired, slowly kissing her feetPicking her up gently like his…
Thirst for Desire
sun shining faultless upon her poreless, pale skinfashion sparkles like rare diamonds, her face fragmenteddew clings from thin rose-pink hair like last night’s ignited loverrising from her long arms, creating orange reflections that still hover winds call the sea as a mother seal summons her pupexemplifying her like a peerless halo in pure unconstrained lovehis…
Sneaking Out
escaping from illusory bars, brown eyes vigorously awaken to the night scales falling from them like Saul’s eyes, now no longer blind or fearful gliding into the music of the trumpet’s voice calling this mystically gifted one gardenia trees and whippoorwills trailing her for a song of evening freedom spinning around, she feels the soft…
Going Home Down East
Jasmin twines her beguiling aroma into the woods. Lingering close to her sun-drenched petals arousing my acuities were ladybugs. Appearing at the crepuscular hour, bunnies white, with piercing eyes ascend from their holes. They are stirring to play within the loving hours. When our breath slows, as does our hearts beating amid God’s creation, new…