Madder Than a Wet Hen “I’ll wear the prettiest dress I have today. Maybe the boy behind me won’t draw on my ears with his pen. He hurts my feelings, and I wonder if the ugliness at home follows me around. Surely, he won’t tease me with my ballerina dress on.” I realize I am…
Category: Mother
My poem “Emmett Till, Emmett Till, Emmett Till” Now Live On Hotel
sun shimmers in dark eyes, life stirs, myriad of dreamsa princely smile creates unstoppable joyfourteen-years happy, bout to be in city’s ugly schemes a beautiful child who could sing, dance, whistle and playhis mama’s tender nurturing handtouching suit, told him, stay close to cousins, don’t stray Emmett’s stunning mom felt dread in her yellow floral…
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…
live on masticadoresusa, my new piece “Reflection”
Reflection White is the oval mirror of my exodus from the fearsome actions of the monsters in the red-brick house. Dark eyes blister as my heart pulses a bleak opus once again. An offering given by a stranger concealed with golden paper and wildflowers singing. After five years of her pleasure, I perceive the wonder…
“Southern Rising” Live On MasticadoresUSA
snow lays reticent, a virgin blanket covers nature like a gentle quilt thick white breath journeys on through dated chimney stones black iron stove warms mama making flour bread in iron skillet tiny portions of salt pork, browns smell of fresh coffee clings to walls grits gurgle in pot, red-eye gravy sizzles in sauté pan,…
