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 […]

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Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku

Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak   The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created […]

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My New Poem “Life and love beseeches,” Live on MasticadoresIndia

  tearfully shedding buttery orange leaves all yearsilently for each life shed in brutality and fear earth rejoices when drops descend from the skymixing with pores of earth’s green and dirt dry love kisses thistle and uncurls branches to clapwhile lovers snuggle close, slowing hearts to nap To continue reading please visit MasticadoresIndia and please […]

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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 […]

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Autumn Veil

raspberry birthmark rolls from under my nosestarlings move as one, painting a canvas vastcold am I in red silk, my arms hug one anothershining in the light, I mold a small quilt of youorange, red, and ginger a kiss of fall’s bequestjubilation rides me on her ornate celebratory veiluntil winter blows her gust and bares […]

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Fall Morning

whisper little owlet to the cloud dropping morning mistkissing the surface of golden leaves shivering silentlyavocado coloring on moss, still lingering, drinks fresh dewtomorrow morning the lips of new fawns feasting on you slowly the sun peeks at us while tipping his old straw hatanoles conduct a slow ballet on ruddy heating bricksyellow the garden […]

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