Please pick up your 99 cent copy of the Kindle version of “One Petal At A Time.” You have from now until April 30th at 3:00 AM, EST. If you have friends or family who you would like to gift this book to, perhaps someone who grew up in a dysfunctional home environment, now is…
Tag: Death
My poem “Emmett Till, Emmett Till, Emmett Till” Now Live On Hotel
sun shimmers in dark eyes, life stirs, myriad of dreamsa princely smile creates unstoppable joyfourteen-years happy, bout to be in city’s ugly schemes a beautiful child who could sing, dance, whistle and playhis mama’s tender nurturing handtouching suit, told him, stay close to cousins, don’t stray Emmett’s stunning mom felt dread in her yellow floral…
“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC
damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
Push Cart Nominations for 2022 – “I Write Her”
Thank you Susi Bocks – Editor and owner of “I Write Her,” has included me in her choices for Pushcart nomination! My poem “Old News is Not Old News” from the wonderful book, “Reflections & Revelations,” was nominated for a 2022 Pushcart. This is a great honor for me as this book is filled with…
“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…
Her first “I love you”
tops of ancient trees gather timeless within the weighted breeze, they sing within a huddle hovering like flour in crispy air when buttermilk biscuit flour tosses with her love and song dancing like a last love affair you do not know her bare bones nipples sticking through thin threads no money for a bra, boys…
“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 New Poem “Known Before Death” Now On MasticadoresIndia
Known Before Death ennoble the chaste grandeurwords wrap around my necklike a quill and crimson shawlsincere lexes, gilded stardustmy heart lay bare to nameless To read the rest of this poem please visit this link MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and thanks to everyone who follows, likes and subscribes to MasticadoresIndia. I want to…
My New poem “Love Me Like A Luna“ Now On Spillwords
petals drop from hazel eyesmoonbeams dust, cleaning skiessleepy mushrooms deny they snorevester bats taste an array of insects, then soar honeysuckle nectar, kiss sweetarchaic willow oaks veil my treattwo hearts beat, amending our weatherheating up, whiffs of lavender and leather his vest opens, wildflowers skipnaked, I bite my trembling red lipluna moths mating, a vast…
“dead man’s party” live on masticadoresindia
Isabella was having a difficult time breathing. Every inch of her was crying silently, releasing her anger on the gas pedal. She restrained herself by pumping the breaks so her husband, Liam, whom she was tailing, would not see her red Tesla. Isabella was a striking woman who loved her husband of twenty years. She…
