Category: Trees
“Lost Smile” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores House
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…
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’…
Live on MasticadoresIndia ( Now called ChewersMasticadores ) – Full of Treasures
treasures climb into my basket sun whispers, I capture with dew two wrens with a picnic for two a lone red berry from a holly tree anoles who are looking for heat pearls, riches found deep in the sea your heat in any winter’s night hiccups from a small toy poodle my words, I am…
My new Piece “Fairy Feast” live on Masticadoresindia
vanish intosultry eyelessair, baffling fogsenses dimlypale as lovesealing heartsalike elegantevening primrosemy dainty fingerselongate, growsensors fondlingtree swingholding yourlast laughstars cry gildedtears leavingtrails of wispylight floating I hope you will read the rest of this piece on MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), and please, if you like it, consider following and subscribing to this magazine full…
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…
My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On Masticadoresindia
The 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…
My New Poem “Enigma” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia
fading, 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 –…