We Survived and Arrived – Now as Warriors We Thrive
flowers lift every blossom hightoward sunday’s somber skyexquisite hat, emits long sigh young’uns loud, dirty pantscardboard fans begin to dancechoir holds ceremonial stance tears spin, I sow a song, best I canwelcomes arise by awkward manmemories shift like mourning sand listen to preacher, job he’s doing, badhe never even knew my dadflowers jump off […]
Read More “Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nycThe 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 […]
Read More “Special Delivery” Now Live On MasticadoresIndiaI 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 […]
Read More My New Poem “Sunflower – A New Page” Live On MasticadoresUSAin the glee of a sapphire sky, the sun plays leapfrog with a cloudcake chinwags to cheese falling off the family’s tattered picnic tablelanding by hungry carpenter ants grateful to be done building a stable boys swerving on a swing sitting sideways long ago nailed to an oakwrestling, like a couple of bulls, a raven […]
Read More My new poem “Picnic and a Crow,” live on masticadores indiaThe fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Sleep would not come easy tonight as I climbed trees and drove my bike to our town’s small store. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering […]
Read More My Debut Short Story “Cold Red Washcloth” Live on MasticadoresIndiaLike a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder […]
Read More We Dance For Silencedo 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 […]
Read More My Poem “Abused Child,” Now featured on The Edge of Humanity MagazineMy poem in the “Facing the fire” edition I Fear The Dragon upside down is my worldly existence; my skin’s coating stinks of fear like a piece of chicken dusted heavy with self-rising flour consumed with my utter dread of the red dragon who breathes fire her hair brittle from bleaching, broken blood vessels speckle […]
Read More My Poem Published in the Tiny Seed Literary JournalI wrote this poem about the abuse I suffered as a child from a child’s perspective. Many isolated children during this challenging time are at even greater risk. Children who suffer significant abuse often look and behave perfectly in public. abuse montage dark shadows are the sting of my lifememory clouded by waves of strifetiny […]
Read More My New Featured Post on Spillwords Press NYC, “Abuse Montage”