We Survived and Arrived – Now as Warriors We Thrive
words I write tiptoe across rhymes of woe close windows tight days argue with night my words, fears in pen dare I stamp and send To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores, and be sure to like, comment, subscribe and share!
Read More “Rhymes Of Woe” Now Live On Hotel Masticadoreswhite blanket, salty sand at the edges of a slice of life “forgotten war”pale face of a thousand lives long since moved on, in shadow breathwind blows adagio maiden grass wildly, on windy edge, prayers for long lifebright yellow cotton trees and willows call to the white ripples of confettilong ponderous arms of cerulean firmaments, […]
Read More A Tribute To Every Veteranher curse like white egret orchid calla lily, breast milk of hera, wife of zeus mandarin-claret leaves whirl fall kisses savory cheek beauty her curse silence sings in black notes scripting letters in the sky emotions bleed barren sigh
Read More My new poem “Beauty”hurting heart, quivers sifting image, last beat why lie, uncharitable one what inordinate pain I unearth like shadow crow you pretend to love hawk grabs prey next day new lie, fashion fractures what is left of me To continue reading please visit HotelMasticadores and please like, share, and subscribe. Hope everyone has a wonderful […]
Read More “Your Prey” now live on HotelMasticadoresFrancisco Bravo Cabrera, A.K.A. BODO VESPACIANO, was chosen by his treasured City of Valencia for a prestigious exhibition. This is a highly sought-after and esteemed art show in the third largest city in Spain. He will be exhibiting JaZzArt. The showcase will include Expressionism, Surrealism, and the official showing of the new art form […]
Read More Francisco Bravo Cabrera Exhibition in Valenciaflowers 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 […]
Read More “Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nycborn underneath the protective eye of the goatI am a stained and blood-red topographical map,a blindfolded gnat adrift trying to find an empathetic eartime, tick-tock, is a heavy lump of coal, acrid, black, yet a gift watching red embers float like seared feathersremembering painful words, like silkworms burrowingbring flashes of time embroidering freedom into endless […]
Read More “Unloved” Now Live at SpillWords Press NYCWord prompt by https://twitter.com/PR_Rybeck
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