skin barren exposing my dense white trunk as I sighcolor falls from me as the cold earth is bitingabsent my ample blanket to shelter birds passing by To continue reading “Sycamore,” visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ). To read more of MasticadoresIndia please visit and be sure to follow and subscribe!
Tag: Humanity
“A Siren’s Call” live on spillwords Press NYC
ardor cuts into the soles of my feetblood stirring as I run to the sealeaves of green grow from each fingerseaweed flowing from my head in curls To finish reading, please go to SpillWords Press NYC. If you enjoy this new piece, which I am so honored to have published by the staff at SpillWords, please press…
God’s Armor
within vaporous evenings, I walk many placespeering at menacing eyes of half faces unmuzzled are voices that scream at the nightpeeling my skin in search of what’s right times resembling a tainted vicious algae bloomwicked demons escaping from their tomb the full armor of God is my comfort and shieldmy soul sanguine as a fertile…
Thirst for Desire
sun shining faultless upon her poreless, pale skinfashion sparkles like rare diamonds, her face fragmenteddew clings from thin rose-pink hair like last night’s ignited loverrising from her long arms, creating orange reflections that still hover winds call the sea as a mother seal summons her pupexemplifying her like a peerless halo in pure unconstrained lovehis…
My Poem “The Fate of Humanity” Live On Spillwords Press NYC
sand left by doting fairies, sifting from somnolent eyes, as I awake from sleepduring the hours of words that drift between lovers, without needing to speak I am awakening to water surrounding my bed, as mermaids with golden scaleslaughing tender vocal notes with my velvet bunnies, now spinning infantile tales their stuffing floating in the…
My New Publication in The Tiny Seed Literary Journal
My New Poem Revisiting a Sanctuary for a Child Who Found her Freedom thin and wrinkled, like stiff branches, I see my armsshaking now as does the fledging before its first flightcarefully sitting down under the same old favorite oakmy heart like a beacon holding on forever to this momentlooking out on brownish waters…
My New Featured Post on Spillwords Press NYC, “Abuse Montage”
I 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…