Tears To Flowers

Light sprinkles like pixie dust from my heart. Trees choreograph spiritualistic arches as bird pirouettes on angels’ wings to give gratitude to Our Father. They balance my senses while roaming the lines of age upon their singing branches like a Panther Chameleon. Paint me in lemon-red colors as tears of euphoria and melancholy drip into […]

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 […]

“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores

the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast […]

New Prose “Dandelions Weep” on Chewers & masticadores

Veins of leaves pulsate with wrath, while willow oaks bleed through their bark. Even the sun dared not share her vibrant rays without sunscreen as she clasps a bright red umbrella. Flutes play sad songs while morning steam settles into cracks in sable earth. Extracted hearts fearlessly hang from trees singing songs for the humans’ […]

live on masticadoresusa, my new piece “Reflection”

Reflection White is the oval mirror of my exodus from the fearsome actions of the monsters in the red-brick house. Dark eyes blister as my heart pulses a bleak opus once again. An offering given by a stranger concealed with golden paper and wildflowers singing. After five years of her pleasure, I perceive the wonder […]

My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On Masticadoresindia

The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw […]