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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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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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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Sorrowful Surrogate

  Ripe the delicate fig I place inside my hungry mouth,its flavor heightened by a residue of sugar left on midnight lipssliding sluggishly down with laudanum and brandy Opening a cross-window, I watch your tall silhouette movesated, down the dark street with your tricorne hatas our smells fused with the oils of our young bodies,I […]

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Absent

long red hair hangs wet, on her firm, damp thighsintense is the coconut scent,from red orchids, given as absent reminderssilence, like heavy rain, falling on yielding green leasgold hearts dangle from sensitive lobes, a gift – a cursetears engulf the room, as soft petals float in milky dreamsher passion, burning holes in sheets still warmno […]

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My Pillar

Your touch reaches toward the Aegon seaYou open the door, your heart speaks to meCreating a sensation, a quiver, your smellsMy pillar, my very breath, my blushing tellsAs I ache, as a bee for honey, a hand for a gloveYou’re the man who gave friendship and loveCome to me under the sky and sing your […]

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Mourning Laughter, my latest poem published by Spillwords Press NYC

Closing weary eyelids, my ornamental iron doorswith too many latchesRevolving thoughts like planets in an endless orbitstealing my nocturnal peaceBreaking the painful silences with cricket songsand a chorus of spring peepersMy conscience drifts within the smoke from a scented candlethrough countless keyholes To read the rest (please vote if you enjoy my work): Mourning Laughter, […]

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