A serpent turninginto a great birdwith wings of blueand words I heard killing and blooddeath and sorrowinnocence cryingforgetting tomorrow great his swordwings shine whiteserpent sailing highGod hand did smite To finish reading my new piece please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and please remember to like, share and subscribe! Right before…
Category: Warriors
My new poem “Зник (Disappeared)” Live on SpillWords NYC (Viewer Discretion Advised)
grief falls from my pocketpuddles of barren momentsbloody dolly circles a filthy drainlaughter, and love in a gilded locketdangles deep between my cold breastscaptives of war, our daughter’s voice dead To read the remainder of this piece please visit SpillWords Press NYC and also like, share and follow SpillWords Press NYC.
My New Poem “Sunflower – A New Page” Live On MasticadoresUSA
I am a sunflower golden, proud, and tall dancing playfully toward the bright sun no longer living in the land of the small Dots of death at night bees that can sting mom sewing me shut to curtain my truth No longer huddling up a cowardly thing Hiding my food in panties so I could…
My new poem live on The Edge of Humanity “High price”
Arising from the loamy soil and red clay emits the realm of cotton and tobacco. Their breaths are a land of drudgery where drops of scarlet seep from hands that pick the whites of her thorny eyes. Growing in fields of lost magnolias and gardenias adrift, where scentless trees play jazz for fairies and whippoorwills. …
My Poem “Abused Child,” Now featured on The Edge of Humanity Magazine
do not presume to know me my face a frowning moon crevices of sadness besmear a hoary soul who wonders here To continue reading on Edge of Humanity, please click here – please also follow and consider donating to their magazine. Big thanks to Joelcy Kay, Editor and Curator of The Edge of…
Robins Foraging and Memories
slicing my feet with memories sticking between my tiny toescold earth with her crackling leaves of brown and redstuck in cotton and tobacco fields with memories he knows leaves dancing in the sun while moist soil summons the birdseating worms drowning in the water beneath the coversame place you unearthed me, shaking, no ears for…
Striking Soldier
(one minute read) dark the liner underneath her emerald green eyessorted whispers exchanged in a smoke-filled hollowcloaked in sadness, she journeys to the bar that floats in the airwalls of black notes isolate reality in a bluesy canvasmoney cannot buy her escape, not this earthy eveningstirring within her nose, the sting of hospital air…
Joni Jazz – Head Down Low
When I was a little girl, my parents encouraged me to sing. When they would drink a bit but still be able to function, they would take me to a building in Fayetteville, NC. I was in third grade. I had written lots of simple songs that were similar to those on the radio. Country…
Climbing Trees
Sweat oozed from my pores as I ran toward the barnSand spurs stung the bottoms of my fleeing feetAs I sprinted wildly toward Margie’s southern farmI prayed my drunk daddy would do me no harm In the woods, I had played with dollies and climbed treesThe big three, one with a treehouse I had visited…
Making Eggs
Tied up, beat up, washcloth stuffed into her bruised mouthTwo legs and two arms tied to bedposts in a messy fashionMuffled screams came from their room quite a frightful sightHow was I to tell my mom a normal, love you, and good night Why didn’t he just shut the door and save me from this…
