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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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 […]

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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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