slide inside old tulip, pink petals, discarded long ago drowning out the sound of laughter my heart was feeling lowhear the trees weep in tune with me I am weary brown, torn the petals rise, did you know you are not the first to appear To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores…
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“Unloved” Now Live at SpillWords Press NYC
born underneath the protective eye of the goatI am a stained and blood-red topographical map,a blindfolded gnat adrift trying to find an empathetic eartime, tick-tock, is a heavy lump of coal, acrid, black, yet a gift watching red embers float like seared feathersremembering painful words, like silkworms burrowingbring flashes of time embroidering freedom into endless…
Empty wagon
EMPTY WAGON not just any gypsy would lay their breathupon the resentful ground to calm itjasmine lulling orange flowerspurr, blue notes, to her mare long, lean legs glide across the beastcapturing wind as tears lay saltupon barnacle beds asleepawakening a yearning racing in white shadows of a captive moonhooves in shiny waters, her curls flywhite…
My new poem “Astro Jack” live on edge of humanity
From the perspective of a young concert goer using hip-hop urban dialect. losing myself between those repeated raw beats ignoring and escaping the tizzle of the streets reality spooning hardships like venomous glue scrabbling out of my skin like thousands will do braided red locks bouncing off tight curvy hips singing freestyle, making…
