where is our silk top bedspeculate,evaporation when weddid love migrate like the arctic terndoes another make those earlobes burnswans fly by on bloodshot fabric in my dreampulling up tiles, bricks, looking for my self-esteem To finish reading please go to Hotel Masticadores House and please don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe.
Tag: longing
A Tribute To Every Veteran
white blanket, salty sand at the edges of a slice of life “forgotten war”pale face of a thousand lives long since moved on, in shadow breathwind blows adagio maiden grass wildly, on windy edge, prayers for long lifebright yellow cotton trees and willows call to the white ripples of confettilong ponderous arms of cerulean firmaments,…
My New Poem “Beauty”
her curse like white egret orchid calla lily, breast milk of hera, wife of zeus mandarin-claret leaves whirl fall kisses savory cheek beauty her curse silence sings in black notes scripting letters in the sky emotions bleed barren sigh
Push Cart Nominations for 2022 – “I Write Her”
Thank you Susi Bocks – Editor and owner of “I Write Her,” has included me in her choices for Pushcart nomination! My poem “Old News is Not Old News” from the wonderful book, “Reflections & Revelations,” was nominated for a 2022 Pushcart. This is a great honor for me as this book is filled with…
“Your Prey” now live on HotelMasticadores
hurting heart, quivers sifting image, last beat why lie, uncharitable one what inordinate pain I unearth like shadow crow you pretend to love hawk grabs prey next day new lie, fashion fractures what is left of me To continue reading please visit HotelMasticadores and please like, share, and subscribe. Hope everyone has a wonderful…
“Lost Smile” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores House
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…
“Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nyc
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…
“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…