buried deep in curtain’s fogof raven black sludgewooden clogs sink deepsocket-eyed, gaunt humanscrucial heat escaping, I awakeI give her a hopeful nudge ebony, shaved headone of eight in our bedI shiver, stone-coldand yet begin to stripclothes off, stark whiteflesh of the nocturnal dead stems bereft of petalsbones, a reminder of belly painsamid the stench of…
Tag: Dying
My New Short Story, “Death of a Stranger,” Live On MasticadoresIndia
Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd. My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me. I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare. I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three nurses were raped in…
my new poem “The phoenix” live on masticadoresindia
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…
He Is
bullfrogs playing banjo strings in a scarlet sunsetwater surging in veins of the rainforest in Borneodots that salsa around on the back of a newborn fawncolors mingling on a palette, the firmament at dawn fire rainbow made by ice crystals and bright sunlightantelope canyon, shades reflect on the navajo sandstonehanging pouches, mammatus clouds dangling in…
My new poem “recycling time” now on masticadoresIndia
inhaling grey dustmy dying skinred cells pumptime within your cells mixinga sour soupof my regretour broken loop To finish reading poem please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and if you like what you see please support the magazine by Subscribing.
My poem haiti-the forgotten dying land now featured on edge of humanity
scant trees hold precious life in soildownpours run without mercyflushing minerals into low landscharcoal created from the sparse bushtiny fingers burn on hot boiling potof small green leaves collectedoverfished waters leave nets lying emptysilent goat bones weave like shadowsstomachs ache like a black tooth decaying blank stares of a slave child with a swollen bellychained…