We Survived and Arrived – Now as Warriors We Thrive
white 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 Veteranflowers 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 nyctops of ancient trees gather timeless within the weighted breeze, they sing within a huddle hovering like flour in crispy air when buttermilk biscuit flour tosses with her love and song dancing like a last love affair you do not know her bare bones nipples sticking through thin threads no money for a bra, boys […]
Read More Her first “I love you”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 […]
Read More Hidden in childhood – reading of God’s GraceThe swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw […]
Read More My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On MasticadoresindiaAnguish threw her vile smell around the house like a cat who sprays the coffee pot. Strings of tension gave rise to erect hair follicles like they always did when something horrible was about to happen. Mom and my little sister Rosa were nowhere to be found. Dad’s car was parked in the back of […]
Read More My Short Story “Booze And Bobcats” Now On MasticadoresIndiamaple leaves foldinghiding their beautytime running a racewith our highland pastunveiling to meour crimson dreamlifewould never lastmy ears bloomingclematis like trumpets To continue reading, please visit Spillwords Press, NYC.
Read More My New Poem “End Of The Season” Now Live At Spillwords PressMount Ararat holds the wind in the silence of snow peaks where splinters of the ark rub nails creaking in her cypress side hope traversing mountain wafts lavender, jasmine, and wisteria sing woeful at an oath once absolute Please read the rest of my poem at MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), if you enjoy […]
Read More The Devilfading, my heart envisionsa ripe fig molting tan skinlying like a sad mason jarempty, left alone, with a scar odors float like memoriessparrows sing their hopeyour face a repeat movie reelfingers weep aching to feel To read the rest of this poem please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) – Terveen Gill, Editor – […]
Read More My New Poem “Enigma” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia