“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…

Nature’s Passion

fireflies sing to me of your passionYour tenderness like veins of sunlightsolitary cricket plays nature’s gratifying cellobig browns now vehemently on my young fellow life is a gift, as is the love you impartmy body now rides a sunbeam of ardorstarlings whistle as you write upon my breastcraving a release, I move your hand to…

My new poem “gossip” now live on masticadoresIndia

Gossip sundry whispers flutter like silky snow bending, twisting around rapt ear perching amid folks ripe for evil Please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) to read the rest of this piece.  Follow and subscribe to MasticadoresIndia if you like great stories and poetry. I heard gossip explained this way to me a…

“Sin At six” my new poem live now on the edge of humanity

gazing at vivid red brickswilling myself to evaporateinto the rough white stufflaying snuggling in betweenscarlet spies my secrets seen torrents of rain battering tinbolts of lightning are cracklingdogs a hollering so terrifiedmama’s orders down she layout tonight, the dogs will stay Please read the rest of my poem here on THE EDGE OF HUMANITY MAGAZINE …

The Poet’s Tender Heart

love, a raindrop, a snowflake, or the uniqueness of the flight of the leafmoon shades of green bringing forth a canvas within the ocean’s kelpsongbirds sing for both you and me underneath the power of the same blue skyblack keys suit the music of your mystifying and powerfully winged wordswhite keys that are jealous are…

My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall…