Not Ready to be Ripe

Watching the clock, I knew, as fresh dampness gathered between my breast, that as the figs began to ripen, on our tree, to him, I would never be in season. After school, on this screen porch, waiting for him, to see the toss of his head, the glimmer of green in his eyes, I realized […]

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Bitter Still

thorns took my youthful flesh like a fish will bite the baitbitter your words, like a dull sword in battle, way too late black roses are still black when the sun forgets to shineyouthful clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, no longer are you mine blisters form on my thighs where your kisses once did laythe sun lost […]

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Striking Soldier

  (one minute read) dark the liner underneath her emerald green eyessorted whispers exchanged in a smoke-filled hollowcloaked in sadness, she journeys to the bar that floats in the airwalls of black notes isolate reality in a bluesy canvasmoney cannot buy her escape, not this earthy eveningstirring within her nose, the sting of hospital air […]

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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, […]

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Dancing Dragonflies

The fly fisherman is performing ballet with his lineCelebrating God’s creation with the rising sunshine Viewing the immense buck in a soft meadow of cloverFloating on a tender moment until my pain slid over Retinas reflecting the brilliant yellow of the sunflowerSquirrels eat the seeds as they bend their giant tower Dragonflies carry fairies across […]

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Santiago’s Sorrow

Flute notes echo with soft drum beats, as a human soul does singTearing from a body floating up, leaving all trivial earthly things Dressed in black, Santiago, Chile, morns her dead as angels soundVineyards abandoned, red copper and steelworkers sadly abound Her City’s kindness, a handmade doll, given to this guest in tearsWrought with shadows […]

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Stung

Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button droppedA silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stoppedFrozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried thereIt was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fairLike a red ant your painful sting and blistering markOur moon blinked and sadly left me […]

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Las Montañas De Ella

Frozen tears surround her as she slipsDirt sets up home on a wounded kneeHer tongue loose from drink, she tripsLost in the dark, she longs for the sea Broken wineglass, slivers marked in redShe sees in circles, memories to be bornHearts pilfered, tiptoe among the deadFemale shadows, broken as they mourn Faces like the pattern […]

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