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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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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