like ducks in rain, we went splashingkissing me tenderly melting fiery lips swellthrowing back our wet heads elatedly laughing my thin hips and round breast showwhiffs of lavender with a hint of musk smilespicking me gently skyward, touching my face slowhe will ask me to marry, he already knows I will say no exploring…
Category: loss
Live On Spillwords Press NYC – My new poem “From love to Hollowed Tree”
lightning striking emotions I can no longer contain burning my skin with your scathing looks for you have found another smelling her lilac perfume burns my nose and cuts ridges on my hips how will your fingers forget the heavenly world you traced on my body your hands drew life softly in circles, birthing spasms…
My poem haiti-the forgotten dying land now featured on edge of humanity
scant trees hold precious life in soildownpours run without mercyflushing minerals into low landscharcoal created from the sparse bushtiny fingers burn on hot boiling potof small green leaves collectedoverfished waters leave nets lying emptysilent goat bones weave like shadowsstomachs ache like a black tooth decaying blank stares of a slave child with a swollen bellychained…
Grateful
fragile is a heart inside the chest of a childbirds and butterflies tread entwining gifts there toosoft young skin shivers as melancholy air covers him with blue stitches of memories stretching out in hopefrozen between three snowflakes watching lady timeblue jays singing notes of love as church bells blissfully chime aromatic petals on a golden…
The Earth Has Feelings Too
silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love…
Blood Petunias
coming from the land of the drunken sunwhere he ended and I barely dare becomeshe was a crow that brought us all togetherrum drizzling, thunderbolt winter weatherrioting lot she was afflicting all kinds of harmliving on those four acres of our teeny farmbleeding red petunias into fine white sandthriving while growing things on fertile landforgiveness…
Bowl of Sorrow
my eyes swollen, arousing now, the floor vanisheshobby horse clings to a ceiling that does not existfragments of skin reek of fear, never ceasingmy heart is pounding, breathless for airbecoming that boney, big-eared childyou are no longer kind to mepretending not to seefor I am cagednot free
The Dual faces of love
surrounded in a cloud of light bluesleeping with warming visions of youtrailing through the vast desert for dayslicking yearning lips, as I am thinking of waysof indulging all your deepest desires, guarding my pacewhile gently caressing every square inch of your beautiful face The Dual Faces of Love seeking you among the red dunespromises…
Abused child
do not presume to know memy face a frowning mooncrevices of sadness besmeara hoary soul who wonders here wounds scab, heal and gazeas an eyeless void, she paintsno peak can lug the weightof a child begotten such a fate
Life and Death
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…