Memories Etched in Photographs

Pussy willows motion to a yellow warbler, for its pollen drips like liquid gold. Focusing your lens, you beckon your loving directions softly to me. My heart hastens its beat, warming me, as I follow your instructions. Flip flops shed on the pond’s edge, where we have poured our passion and fed our love. My […]

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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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Dancing Among Moonflowers

time openly waltzed on the summit of passionate flames, arising from dry oakred and purple sparks created shadows in the woodlandsexploring each detail of her rare beauty, his heart leaped whenever she spoke longing for her to dance tonight as the full blue moon accented her pale skina ballerina whose pointed toes never stirred another’s […]

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Lovestruck

the sea raged, flogged by the fierce lightningobserving from an abandoned church where we fledwith formidable arms, you picked me up and embraced my heartyou spoke of yearnings, as you fed me floral notes with your voicehow you played my small feet like an instrument of uncharted lovecoconut and musk oil lingered, as you smelled […]

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My New Poem, “Violin Tears,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

tears crystalize on my small face like water on frozen glassquivering my hand reaches out with such yearningcolors of sapphire, and rubies I throw onto our canvasarising shapes of merriment mix with raw, passionate memoriescascading like secret rivers seeking new tributariesflutes thrill as life kisses my soul, and an orchestra performstiny dancers twirl, floating on […]

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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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Gifts of Love

your heart’s chamber bleeds into minerare its color, like the yellow cardinalcaressing unsung spaces and introducing virgin treasuresa lock of my red hair you wear around your neckbracelets made from dried forget me knots, and lavenderinside your pocket a song I wrote, stained with a captured tearthe hat you wore so many years ago when […]

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Drink of Despair

oh, how thee has driven shards of blackened, soulless glassinto this faithful heart, for which you had so declared to loveto seize a life, from your beloved child, which was so cherishedknotted hair with anise and coriander lingered, and roses placed thereinhence the sun will set, but only once more for me, upon our lovers’ […]

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Cascades D’Amour

(27 second read) Red is the clay that talks to me, dotted with emerald eyesUnyielding are its walls of love, languid Morocco, where I eagerly waitSea winds call to me, as I have seen her movement of sapphire, and ceruleanCascades d’Ouzoud, like beating hearts your waters drumming, steam moving upwardsYearning for her hot sands and […]

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