My Sword Now Live On MasticadoresPhilippines

I am a soul that spirals within the languid cylindrical cavity of a flute.  Fragrances pass through me, caressing my heart like a compassionate breeze that carries earth’s gifts.  Through the eyes of a bee, I forage for sweet tenderness lost in the rough concrete of my childhood home.  Fear, pain, and sorrow lay a…

The Inner Child Speaks – Part 3

My good friend, fellow poet and grand storyteller has posted the latest installment of the series of interviews with me.  Please see below to continue reading, and be sure to like, share and subscribe to Nigel’s blog and his great stories!

“Song Bird” now live on Hotelmasticadores

Whispering, your tongue holds back crestfallen thoughts.  Nails grip my thighs with the blinding voice of anguish.  Winter squalls belt my heartache.  Dusk’s eyeless shadows linger at open windows.  I tether my sensitivities to a fishing hook that hangs by a hair plucked from my head. My wren and her heart-stopping song are lost.  Her…

God’s Grace – An Ameri-Ku

Below robust magnolia leaf, monarch chrysalis safe on vein,   as sweet the nuzzle of the fog, with sunset after rain. Gentle the healing sun, kissing skyline splendors good-night,   starlings *murmurate for warmth, and dance to delight. Clouds above declare to us, God’s confirmation of His Grace,   dusk wraps arms over creation, granting…

My New Poem “Blue Notes” Now On MasticadoresIndia

hearts melting red trickling down hardwoods solitary trumpet blowing blue notes calling dolefully floating through my window, I ensue a corner that may hold a shadow laugh of you To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ).  Please don’t forget to like, share and subscribe. Have a blessed week! ❤️

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…

You Are

You Are whispers of pale gold gliding over my skinspots of a fawn landing on mushroom capssighs from blue whales a thousand miles away You Are kindness of a prayer floating up to Godlaughter of a child standing in a paintinga wooden barrel full of Eastertide’s flowers You Are promises dancing on ruby colors of…

Live on Spillwords Press, My Poem, “Melding into You”

your generous lips a pathway to warmth, in which I submerge sweet our exchange like a cinnamon roll dripping in soft yellow butter deriving sensations, as I enter your mouth drowning in you lost again in our movements, we are dripping like the candle by the bed blue notes tiptoe on your torso; I am…

My New Poem, “Violin Tears,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

tears crystalize on my small face like water on frozen glassquivering my hand reaches out with such yearningcolors of sapphire, and rubies I throw onto our canvasarising shapes of merriment mix with raw, passionate memoriescascading like secret rivers seeking new tributariesflutes thrill as life kisses my soul, and an orchestra performstiny dancers twirl, floating on…