Social Justice Inks: Anthology of Poetry is a vividly raw collection of poems examining many types of social injustice. I am one of the contributors, but I do not consider myself to be biased. When the books arrived, I quickly and enthusiastically opened my package. I was determined to take my time with this book. Randomly opening…
Category: sadness
My New Poem “Aftershock” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia
her face resembles the pathways of a troubled life hair so white it was spun by the moon’s shadow sitting at a table molded from an ancient cypress tears float from olive eyes opening her fissuring lips black roses and screams of old To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), and…
Silent Summer
numbers dance in a blue sunsetdisappearing with the smell of youdistance between your front teethmine the same, a photograph of usour tears severing the stem of trust hearts dancing, our hide and seeklaughing in between seaweed gemssummers turning to dots on the wallsinging with bubbles, silence speaksmy love now, stem cut, gone for weeks …
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Sadness Moans shooting pain lurches like a stranger in the blackest night where monsters live releasing their copies, swarming past, out of sight jealousy walks on rugged stones stealing from the gifted holding hands of small cactus plants until the desert sands are shifted behind their peering eyes a Judas runs to throw a stone…
My New Poem “Sunflower – A New Page” Live On MasticadoresUSA
I am a sunflower golden, proud, and tall dancing playfully toward the bright sun no longer living in the land of the small Dots of death at night bees that can sting mom sewing me shut to curtain my truth No longer huddling up a cowardly thing Hiding my food in panties so I could…
My new poem “Picnic and a Crow,” live on masticadores india
in the glee of a sapphire sky, the sun plays leapfrog with a cloudcake chinwags to cheese falling off the family’s tattered picnic tablelanding by hungry carpenter ants grateful to be done building a stable boys swerving on a swing sitting sideways long ago nailed to an oakwrestling, like a couple of bulls, a raven…
Death Toll Rising
moon slips warily inside a red envelope refusing to come out owls cough up hoots praying over owlets the sun wears blinds anoles unable to warm fire ants stinging eating tough flesh trees halt, drop leaves eggs left, nest cold birds fall, sky red in protest of the dead We continue to pray…
My new poem “recycling time” now on masticadoresIndia
inhaling grey dustmy dying skinred cells pumptime within your cells mixinga sour soupof my regretour broken loop To finish reading poem please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and if you like what you see please support the magazine by Subscribing.