Morning Glories

My New Short Story “Last of Her Kind” now live on MasticadoresIndia

My leather dress clung tight to tired, wet skin. At almost seven-foot-tall, I was a woman that obtained attention around humans far too quickly. Thin, my shoulder blades stuck through just below my long, cylindrical neck. It will be my last visit to say goodbye to a family of humans called the Simons. Every year […]

She within the fragile sea

My New prose Live on the finest example

Musical beach grass Shy and shielding the sun through cotton candy clouds musically smell my skin. Beholding heaven, I remember how trembling we explored our wedding ground in this land of arctic terns. Childlike, I embrace stolen moments of youth I never had. Briny mist captivated my racing heart as I lay with you and […]

“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 […]

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 POEM, “SUMMER LIE” NOW LIVE AT SPILLWORDS PRESS NYC

SUMMER LIE laughter, like sand sticks to usan opening in my white, silk dress by a timeworn nailgusts cool my bronze skin, like the resonant fluttering of angel wingsreality plays hopscotch with memoriessunshine caresses the thick fibers of your gold-flecked curlscheeks flushed, ornamental stones hang from my scarfscarlet hair tied loosely backcalluses on bare feet, […]