damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
Category: memories
“Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nyc
flowers lift every blossom hightoward sunday’s somber skyexquisite hat, emits long sigh young’uns loud, dirty pantscardboard fans begin to dancechoir holds ceremonial stance tears spin, I sow a song, best I canwelcomes arise by awkward manmemories shift like mourning sand listen to preacher, job he’s doing, badhe never even knew my dadflowers jump off…
“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…
Her first “I love you”
tops of ancient trees gather timeless within the weighted breeze, they sing within a huddle hovering like flour in crispy air when buttermilk biscuit flour tosses with her love and song dancing like a last love affair you do not know her bare bones nipples sticking through thin threads no money for a bra, boys…
“Leaving the big four” live on masticadoresindia
Leaving the Big Four During the third year of school and living on the big four, I was divided into pieces by a swift sword, perching on my safety edge. My brown eyes must have turned black as I heard mom’s words, but I was sure I was suffocating. “Joy, honey, we are moving to…
My poem “Sands of Our Glass” on MasticadoresIndia
alleys close renewmoments jumpparts of memoriestime moves like a slugwarm flesh holdingmine, a seagull risesred hair escapestightly fitted bunsea salt sings preludeconnecting dots withtiny freckles, laughingplacing my pale handon your heart it playspercussion, a drum circlecompleting the orbit To finish reading my piece, please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and don’t forget…
My new Ameri-ku on masticadoresusa
Child’s Play – An Ameri-Ku Children, grown, how we drift in thought, grieving, and yearningenergetic, youthful years listening to our children, playing while learning watching tiny hearts laugh, making new friends with all who passwe grow old; our little ones leave, we watch their play enshrined in brass To finish reading this Ameri-Ku, please…
To All My Readers, you are my family
My big window parading all my friends so close by, yet no one tattled or told me today was the day they would die. Yesterday, the sun was a bit worn-out, and some rain cried while wetting the earth, but still, I saw the new Creeping Jenny’s annual birth. My eyes don’t work well…
My New Poem “US” now live on Masticadoresindia
whisper softly in my tender ear as shadows of memories linger near fire crackles, tender our love forever soft heat rising, warms up swiftly our bedroom loft laughter sparks seedlings of love with ageless years sometimes sorrow invades mixing dialog with liberating tears To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and…
Hidden in childhood – reading of God’s Grace
To purchase Hidden In Childhood, go to this link Amazon. This book makes a precious gift to anyone with a family member who was abused or is still being abused. For children raised by parents that provided a healthy and safe environment to grow up in, this book gives them an idea of what many…