Tiffany Arp Daleo is an incredibly gifted artist who works in mixed media. She has shown her work professionally in many places and continues to amaze us with her talents. She is a successful painter and photographer. Her work often makes me feel peaceful. We had a hard time picking between three paintings (Eggs Under…
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Editor’s Pick, “One Petal at a Time,” Live on HotelMasticadores
It is an honor to be featured today on Hotel Masticadores by Michelle Ayon Navajas as the “Editor’s Pick!” She did this for the anniversary of my book, One Petal at a Time. She is especially gracious, as she is releasing an anthology titled After Rain Skies – A Global Anthology to encourage a connection with…
The Cure – Live on HotelMasticadores
The Cure slow motion sobriety stirs direly like ticks on a thin-horned beast the black and white film resonates greasy black hair crawls like ants drunk for weeks, the smell lingers like a mucous trail of a banana slug blood dances a tango in your head vomit and snot, well-oiled fireworks explode on your white…
”Arctic Hymns” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Arctic Hymns ornate, sea eagle, liberate God’s lapis lazuli skiesunfurl thy seven-foot wings for us this dayrise the spired scalp of acorns slice frigid, wintry soilmy fisherman of Kenai River rest from daily toil come with leathery hands to my rousing limbsnestle my steamy body as I sing my Arctic hymns sandy blonde hair lay…
“Why This Man” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Why This Man my feet wiggle with soil and the last crop of the seasonthey tantalize my senses as I ponder each logical reason while my heart still beats rapidly from the tender touchof a man I barely know, yet dare, to crave this much Why This Man connecting freckles, on my arms, and makeup naked faceI smell my white dress, to…
The Calling Ocean
The Calling Ocean a trail of love springs forth with morning gloriesrain disperses drops, on steaming, searing sandtemperate waves leave kisses on briny shoreslike a ring placed on the ankle of a new bridemoonlight is tasting the glitter of dusk of a regalement of tearsshifting like sighs of lost sand dollars on ocean’s symphonic shoredraped…
“Stranger” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Stranger round, dark like chocolateleft one slightly crossedare the wistful eyesof this old, hopeful soulI hear chaotic guilt andempty questions recitedas the jumbled memoirsof a lone stranger, lingerson a time-worn piereyes like glass marbleshe scans his fishing lineGod hears his prayers To continue reading, please go to Hotel Masticadores, and be sure to like, subscribe…
“False Security” Now Live On Hotel
Standing sideways, like a cool drink of water with sandy hair, freckles, and blue-green eyes, you wink. Lissom oaks that taste one too many tempests tire and lean upon false walls of hope. Your welcoming harbors were the key that unlatched my heart. Like the Crepe Myrtle, I shed my bark, to expose the pearly…
My New Poem “Again, Come Next Spring” Now On Hotel Masticadores
cuddle me, wrap me inward, so deep is our seed
breathe me, as an ocean wave will yet concede
My New Short Story “Last of Her Kind” now live on MasticadoresIndia
My leather dress clung tight to tired, wet skin. At almost seven-foot-tall, I was a woman that obtained attention around humans far too quickly. Thin, my shoulder blades stuck through just below my long, cylindrical neck. It will be my last visit to say goodbye to a family of humans called the Simons. Every year…