The Crown Bougainvillea florets tremble likescarlet ribbons tied in bows on young flesh Archways of stone outstretchreposeful winds on muted statues with listless stares Foreboding leopard keeps vigila silent killer, her sentry will shield if a threat declares Pillars of light bring rays of respite yettears seal her withering heart within flouted ceiling Ferns rest…
Category: tragedy
“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…
”Red Ball” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Red Ball Hannah wept silently into her dusty apron. She spun her thin face around, much like a donut, awaiting its freckling of powdered sugar. Tears cast their agonies upon hand-stitched hydrangeas, petunias, and magnolias while honeybees clung close with their bulging pollen-laden legs. Ruth had spent six months embroidering this apron for her and…
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…
Dark Regret
Dark Regret the sun lays blame-free inside our suite on her bellya hungry valley of salt-less tears feed twisting roots deepmy eyes, moored, tight to a dock, though I die like a yawn for sleep dew drops in a miniature, brown bottle, garnish my giftnightly, I place one drop gently behind each ear, a lavender…
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…
My Debut Short Story “Cold Red Washcloth” Live on MasticadoresIndia
The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Sleep would not come easy tonight as I climbed trees and drove my bike to our town’s small store. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering…
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 “Astro Jack” live on edge of humanity
From the perspective of a young concert goer using hip-hop urban dialect. losing myself between those repeated raw beats ignoring and escaping the tizzle of the streets reality spooning hardships like venomous glue scrabbling out of my skin like thousands will do braided red locks bouncing off tight curvy hips singing freestyle, making…
