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 […]

“dead man’s party” live on masticadoresindia

Isabella was having a difficult time breathing. Every inch of her was crying silently, releasing her anger on the gas pedal. She restrained herself by pumping the breaks so her husband, Liam, whom she was tailing, would not see her red Tesla. Isabella was a striking woman who loved her husband of twenty years. She […]

My New Short Story, “Death of a Stranger,” Live On MasticadoresIndia

Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd. My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me. I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare. I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three nurses were raped in […]

My new poem “Зник (Disappeared)” Live on SpillWords NYC (Viewer Discretion Advised)

grief falls from my pocketpuddles of barren momentsbloody dolly circles a filthy drainlaughter, and love in a gilded locketdangles deep between my cold breastscaptives of war, our daughter’s voice dead To read the remainder of this piece please visit SpillWords Press NYC and also like, share and follow SpillWords Press NYC.

Ukrainian Valor – My new ameri-Ku

Rivers of blood leach unfamiliar lands, prayers soaringbrother fights for brother and homeland, tears shedding, hearts breaking as we gaze upon the deaddictatorship tearing innocence, killing thousands, Americans display a flag, a sign of loss, love, and freedomUkrainians, we pray you will overcome and be liberatedRussia will lose, and Ukraine’s valor will be celebrated