Tiffany Arp Daleo is an incredibly gifted artist who works in mixed media. She has shown her work professionally in many places and continues to amaze us with her talents. She is a successful painter and photographer. Her work often makes me feel peaceful. We had a hard time picking between three paintings (Eggs Under…
Tag: Ocean
The Cure – Live on HotelMasticadores
The Cure slow motion sobriety stirs direly like ticks on a thin-horned beast the black and white film resonates greasy black hair crawls like ants drunk for weeks, the smell lingers like a mucous trail of a banana slug blood dances a tango in your head vomit and snot, well-oiled fireworks explode on your white…
”Arctic Hymns” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Arctic Hymns ornate, sea eagle, liberate God’s lapis lazuli skiesunfurl thy seven-foot wings for us this dayrise the spired scalp of acorns slice frigid, wintry soilmy fisherman of Kenai River rest from daily toil come with leathery hands to my rousing limbsnestle my steamy body as I sing my Arctic hymns sandy blonde hair lay…
The Calling Ocean
The Calling Ocean a trail of love springs forth with morning gloriesrain disperses drops, on steaming, searing sandtemperate waves leave kisses on briny shoreslike a ring placed on the ankle of a new bridemoonlight is tasting the glitter of dusk of a regalement of tearsshifting like sighs of lost sand dollars on ocean’s symphonic shoredraped…
My New Poem “Again, Come Next Spring” Now On Hotel Masticadores
cuddle me, wrap me inward, so deep is our seed
breathe me, as an ocean wave will yet concede
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…
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…