Kindle Sale, Book Anniversary, Barbara’s Review And A Reading Of “Cleansing” From “One Petal At A Time”

Cleansing silence is the tiptoeof a fairy as she slylybirths comfortyouthful dreamerwriting love notes to pixiesin beams the moon can sparesolace wrappedin prayer under coversphantom of shame circlesdisgrace like fireflieswithout flamesladybugs missing spotsand archaic tainted statueswith long-ago muted tongueswhile willows lamentso, plug your earsif puffed up, with mossfrom primal oaks if truth offendsboulders of disgrace…

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…

“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…

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…

We Dance For Silence

Like a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder…