Lies gaze upon the bloodless moon, but do not profess to know her passion touch my minikin self, yet know, it’s buds hold no words from my ink alone, no one cares to cherish my heart, which hovers loosely upon a thread woven by the larval stage of a moth, which treasures me dare not…
Category: Violence
“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…
“Twenty-Five Cents” my new story on masticadoresindia
Long John Silvers was one of my first jobs in high school. Riding my bike on Saturday, hungry, smelly, and with jeans that hugged my thin frame to the point of being naughty, I went inside. The sign on the door said, “Help Needed.” All the high schoolers went there to eat lunch because it…
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…
“Special Delivery” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia
The giblets of a turkey never got me worked up. Thoughts of stuffing, long-necked turkey soup, or even giblet gravy didn’t dance in my head. Instead, my mouth would water when Mama breaded and fried up those turkey gizzards, yummy! Our menu included lots of small lobster tails with the usual seafood trimmings. Sides included…
My Short Story “Booze And Bobcats” Now On MasticadoresIndia
Anguish threw her vile smell around the house like a cat who sprays the coffee pot. Strings of tension gave rise to erect hair follicles like they always did when something horrible was about to happen. Mom and my little sister Rosa were nowhere to be found. Dad’s car was parked in the back of…