“After Rain Skies: The Global Anthology” Available March 8, 2025

I am honored and proud to be included in this new anthology that Michelle Ayon Navajas has curated.  There are more than two dozen talented authors who have contributed to this book with poetry and prose about survival after trauma. Be sure to pick up your copy when it becomes available next week! “I am…

The Cure – Live on HotelMasticadores

The Cure slow motion sobriety stirs direly like ticks on a thin-horned beast the black and white film resonates greasy black hair crawls like ants drunk for weeks, the smell lingers like a mucous trail of a banana slug blood dances a tango in your head vomit and snot, well-oiled fireworks explode on your white…

Hopeful Healing Journey

To my fellow artists, readers, friends and family, you may have noticed that I have been slowly decreasing my publications in magazines and my connections in WordPress.  So here is a brief explanation of why. You probably know that for many years I have been suffering from neck and back pain from an old injury. Unfortunately, this has gotten worse and it’s…

Poetry Book And Art Review: One Petal at a Time

Thank you, Dawn, not just for writing this amazing review, but for taking the time to read my book, which was published shortly after your book was released. Thank you also to this wonderful community and all of the other support and love I have received during this time. What a wonderful community of writers…

A Tribute To Every Veteran

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,…

New Prose “Dandelions Weep” on Chewers & masticadores

Veins of leaves pulsate with wrath, while willow oaks bleed through their bark.  Even the sun dared not share her vibrant rays without sunscreen as she clasps a bright red umbrella.  Flutes play sad songs while morning steam settles into cracks in sable earth.  Extracted hearts fearlessly hang from trees singing songs for the humans’…

“Leaving the big four” live on masticadoresindia

Leaving the Big Four During the third year of school and living on the big four, I was divided into pieces by a swift sword, perching on my safety edge.  My brown eyes must have turned black as I heard mom’s words, but I was sure I was suffocating.  “Joy, honey, we are moving to…

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…