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“Twenty-Five Cents” my new story on masticadoresindia

Long John Silvers was one of my first jobs in high school. Riding my bike on Saturday, hungry, smelly, and with jeans that hugged my thin frame to the point of being naughty, I went inside. The sign on the door said, “Help Needed.” All the high schoolers went there to eat lunch because it […]

The Wanderer Live On MasticadoresIndia

deadly this scriptintuit of rapturecaresses sensesmy lover, budssprout from poresyou touch me likestrings on a violinardent hunger throbsclimbing the peakwe meet yet againlike feeding pigeonsmy spirit, my heartonce again torn apart To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), and don’t forget to subscribe, like, and follow. Happy Saturday, my fellow […]

My New Poem “Aftershock” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia

her face resembles the pathways of a troubled life hair so white it was spun by the moon’s shadow sitting at a table molded from an ancient cypress tears float from olive eyes opening her fissuring lips black roses and screams of old To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), and […]

Nature Heals

My New Poem “Sunflower – A New Page” Live On MasticadoresUSA

I am a sunflower golden, proud, and tall dancing playfully toward the bright sun no longer living in the land of the small Dots of death at night bees that can sting mom sewing me shut to curtain my truth No longer huddling up a cowardly thing Hiding my food in panties so I could […]

My new poem “recycling time” now on masticadoresIndia

inhaling grey dustmy dying skinred cells pumptime within your cells mixinga sour soupof my regretour broken loop To finish reading poem please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and if you like what you see please support the magazine by Subscribing.

The Earth Has Feelings Too

silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love […]