slide inside old tulip, pink petals, discarded long ago drowning out the sound of laughter my heart was feeling lowhear the trees weep in tune with me I am weary brown, torn the petals rise, did you know you are not the first to appear To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores…
Category: silence
My new poem “heaven” on Masticadoresusa
steering into stars sails brush indigo skies hearts flutter on boat drifting toward clouds tunnel summons us home silence is the language souls exchanging reflections, deep roots dancing is the love within the light that brings us to softness unsullied beginnings Please visit MasticadoresUSA to read the rest of this poem. Thank you everyone who…
To All My Readers, you are my family
My big window parading all my friends so close by, yet no one tattled or told me today was the day they would die. Yesterday, the sun was a bit worn-out, and some rain cried while wetting the earth, but still, I saw the new Creeping Jenny’s annual birth. My eyes don’t work well…
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…
My New Short Story, “Thursday’s Special,” Live On MasticadoresIndia
It was as if the argument earlier today had grown legs and followed me to my rusty red probe. The callous words leaping and reverberating around the entrails of the safe confines of my sanctuary were horrifying. One and a half hours to travel home, craving that egocentric time. I turned the radio up even…
Please Read my pieces of poetry on I WRITE HER/ THE SHORT OF IT
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…
