My New Poem “Lies” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores

Lies gaze upon the bloodless moon, but do not profess to know her passion touch my minikin self, yet know, it’s buds hold no words from my ink alone, no one cares to cherish my heart, which hovers loosely upon a thread woven by the larval stage of a moth, which treasures me dare not…

Celebrating Our New Art Piece – Thank You, Tiffany Arp Daleo!

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…

My New Poem “Remembered” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores

Remembered  candle wax drips like acid inkwell dry, my letters crisp  ennoble the chaste grandeur words wrap around my neck like a quill and crimson shawl sincere lexes, gilded stardust heart lay bare, to accite one nameless shalt one leave me in a country glade where thou hast touched the lace upon my neck, with…

My New Poem, “Singularity,” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores

  Singularity unfeathered, sipping seeds from a martini glass made from an abandoned hummingbird nest, I ache squirrels once talked to menow, I dig for their lost nutsin our browning yard, hollowlaid out, like lost moments gift me with a red-blue facemajestic tail, the crazed danceof the male turkey’s dressdo not hinder me a simpleton notes rise from…

My New Poem, “Spirit Moose,” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores

  Spirit Moose antlers strong, bentroaming in the veinsof earth’s shadowswhispers ride the reins giant the spirit moosespraying his grey mistseeking refuge fromhoarfrost’s imminent fist pure albino coat, proudsun spirals in the eastcold rains upon earthfrozen by this spirit beast To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores, and if you like it, please consider liking,…

My New Poem, “Relish The Good,” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores

Relish The Good A setting suntugs at the seamsof my life like anangry seamstress. Time fades,as scars risefrom a cruel rapewhen I was eighteen. Hope peeks earnestas burnt red skiesflirt with memoriesof a lost childhood. Freedom as hair flieson a rusty bike down an unpaved road tocash in pennies for candy. Gasps from subtlelack of my…