We Survived and Arrived – Now as Warriors We Thrive
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 […]
Read More “Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nycborn underneath the protective eye of the goatI am a stained and blood-red topographical map,a blindfolded gnat adrift trying to find an empathetic eartime, tick-tock, is a heavy lump of coal, acrid, black, yet a gift watching red embers float like seared feathersremembering painful words, like silkworms burrowingbring flashes of time embroidering freedom into endless […]
Read More “Unloved” Now Live at SpillWords Press NYCWord prompt by https://twitter.com/PR_Rybeck
Read More loss of my highlanderalleys close renewmoments jumpparts of memoriestime moves like a slugwarm flesh holdingmine, a seagull risesred hair escapestightly fitted bunsea salt sings preludeconnecting dots withtiny freckles, laughingplacing my pale handon your heart it playspercussion, a drum circlecompleting the orbit To finish reading my piece, please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and don’t forget […]
Read More My poem “Sands of Our Glass” on MasticadoresIndiatreasures climb into my basket sun whispers, I capture with dew two wrens with a picnic for two a lone red berry from a holly tree anoles who are looking for heat pearls, riches found deep in the sea your heat in any winter’s night hiccups from a small toy poodle my words, I am […]
Read More Live on MasticadoresIndia ( Now called ChewersMasticadores ) – Full of Treasuresshowers of Aprilspring from Youwear my sadnessperched on His Graceprayer, blood drippingfrom His Son’s poresin the Garden of Gethsemaneangels tend His woundsladybugs play checkersdance of sparrowsand the mighty larkwhen soon the earthwill grow quiet and dark To read the rest of this poem, please go to Spillwords Press NYC, thank you and happy Easter everyone. […]
Read More Prayers in The garden – now live on spillwords Press nycChild’s Play – An Ameri-Ku Children, grown, how we drift in thought, grieving, and yearningenergetic, youthful years listening to our children, playing while learning watching tiny hearts laugh, making new friends with all who passwe grow old; our little ones leave, we watch their play enshrined in brass To finish reading this Ameri-Ku, please […]
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