September’s Garden Dawn, an awakening that beckons idyllic, downy light, an endowment gently warming my green and thirsty skin. The last remaining flowers. I am the protector of the wonderous scentsthat whiff their way, often, to unsuspecting humans. My limbs of love hide deep beneath the ground’s surface, close to the red brick path. I…
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“Why This Man” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Why This Man my feet wiggle with soil and the last crop of the seasonthey tantalize my senses as I ponder each logical reason while my heart still beats rapidly from the tender touchof a man I barely know, yet dare, to crave this much Why This Man connecting freckles, on my arms, and makeup naked faceI smell my white dress, to…
“Lethal Toast” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Lethal Toast sweet hour of love, you climb into my youthful pocketweariness finds you restless, you flirt merely to offendlike a child, eyes betray only you, I do not pretend selfish a pungent being, you sting the air from my lungsbruise the scent of the fresh laundry that hangs to dryyour smells grow stale on…
My Beautiful Daughter Reading “Lonely Employment” From “One Petal At A Time”
I’m so grateful that my beautiful daughter took the time out of her very busy schedule (Vice President, mother of three and philanthropist) to record a few videos in support of my upcoming book, “One Petal At A Time,” which is only two days from release! Please watch the video and be sure to like…
My Beautiful Daughter Supporting “One Petal At A Time”!
I’m so grateful that my beautiful daughter took the time out of her very busy schedule (Vice President, mother of three and philanthropist) to record a few videos in support of my upcoming book, “One Petal At A Time,” which is only two days from preorder! Please watch the video and be sure to like…
Scorn
fall upon and discard my saggy breast never good enough could never pass your family’s test other women your eyes linger and sink talk of my beauty, char crisp dust lust for others, your toxic deceitful wink someone else can taste your viscid hate I tire of you and your foul distain clog…
“Unloved” Now Live at SpillWords Press NYC
born underneath the protective eye of the goatI am a stained and blood-red topographical map,a blindfolded gnat adrift trying to find an empathetic eartime, tick-tock, is a heavy lump of coal, acrid, black, yet a gift watching red embers float like seared feathersremembering painful words, like silkworms burrowingbring flashes of time embroidering freedom into endless…
My new poem “heaven” on Masticadoresusa
steering into stars sails brush indigo skies hearts flutter on boat drifting toward clouds tunnel summons us home silence is the language souls exchanging reflections, deep roots dancing is the love within the light that brings us to softness unsullied beginnings Please visit MasticadoresUSA to read the rest of this poem. Thank you everyone who…
