We Survived and Arrived – Now as Warriors We Thrive
The 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 MasticadoresIndiaPatterns 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 […]
Read More Ripe Buds – An Ameri-KuFrom 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 […]
Read More My new poem “Astro Jack” live on edge of humanitygazing at vivid red brickswilling myself to evaporateinto the rough white stufflaying snuggling in betweenscarlet spies my secrets seen torrents of rain battering tinbolts of lightning are cracklingdogs a hollering so terrifiedmama’s orders down she layout tonight, the dogs will stay Please read the rest of my poem here on THE EDGE OF HUMANITY MAGAZINE […]
Read More “Sin At six” my new poem live now on the edge of humanityLike 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 SilencePink am I, fresh and innocent with youOpening like a virgin bud, giving birth to beautyYou are the intoxicating fragrance that pours over me every time you breatheGardenias and jasmine jumping in midair like babes on trampolines where nothing can stop us from flying To continue reading please go to MasticadoresUSA I am honored to […]
Read More My New Poem “The Colors of Love” Live on Masticadores USAMy 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 […]
Read More My New Publication in The Tiny Seed Literary JournalMy 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”