My Poem, “Haiti – The Forgotten Dying Land,” Now Part Of The Anthology, “Inner Eye”

  My Dear Friends, I’m very excited to announce that I’m going to be included along with other fellow writers in the anthology “Inner Eye”!  My poem, “Haiti – The Forgotten Dying Land” will be part of this printed publication, available now for purchase at Poet’s Choice (please scroll down the Home page to see […]

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Regrets of a Southern Death

gazing at her photo as if measures of time were echosof the rapid beat of a hummingbird’s wingfor if he dared to linger upon the fading vision that was once hereven a second longer, her death would occur all over againexcept for his memory, she was salt mixed with brown ash, bone andfour long screws […]

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Butterfly Kisses

Light from the sun caresses a spider web.Moving gently, it creates a prism of dancing light.Black-capped chickadees pluck yellow moths from overgrown ivy.Like vivid green lace, it creates the lifeline of the small screen porch.Cycles of life are seen from our bed, awakening with the yellow-orange of sunrise.Our nest is warm with notions and promises […]

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Ripe Figs, Mustard Greens, and Dance

  lamenting for a taste of fresh figs from childhood trees where, when dipped in sugar,they left a fragrant and honeyed flavor upon a young girl’s tongue seeing elephant ears surrounding the outdoor porch where mom would set a table smelling black-eyed peas cooked with salt pork, mustard greens, and collards fried hush puppies with […]

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Robins Foraging and Memories

slicing my feet with memories sticking between my tiny toescold earth with her crackling leaves of brown and redstuck in cotton and tobacco fields with memories he knows leaves dancing in the sun while moist soil summons the birdseating worms drowning in the water beneath the coversame place you unearthed me, shaking, no ears for […]

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Drowning in Silence

  in these final loud wounding hours,the sunshine like a rainbow so dazzlingthrough my open slits, I can serenely departagony in the iris of my weary eyebubbles floating up I tenderly sigh sleeping where the purple iris lay stillrousing now to sing a silky song to herbuoyant yet strong faith swells in her heartthe silence […]

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My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall […]

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