My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall […]

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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 […]

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Scarlet Petals in Santorini

Gazing out the white shutters of our villa in Santorinimy dreams nor visions could compete with this reality.Observing you that first night at dinner, I dare not allow my stare to linger.I could feel your heat surround me like an orb of glorious white light.Such character in your face, written with poetic lines, in primal […]

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Lonely Maple

binding myself in utter nakedness to your trunkcolors calling to me like the flute upon your lipsancient maple oozing sap now clinging to my armsamid my breast, it falls, saturating my fiery blooddivulging her centuries of secrets, we both weepfires, poison fumes, and humans create her sorrowlast, in this primal forest, for the others are […]

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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 […]

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Lonely Children

Trees wrap resilient arms tenderly around small children, who are crying out for hugs—haunted by lost memories of holding hands of friends and delivering laughter with loved ones they no longer see. Like fledglings with young minds, they wonder why the world they know, without warning, is experiencing a metamorphosis.   Clapping and swinging their long […]

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