my eyes swollen, arousing now, the floor vanisheshobby horse clings to a ceiling that does not existfragments of skin reek of fear, never ceasingmy heart is pounding, breathless for airbecoming that boney, big-eared childyou are no longer kind to mepretending not to seefor I am cagednot free
Tag: sorrow
My New Poem “Cassiopeia’s Bargain” Now Live On MasticadoresUSA
congratulations to Gabriela marie milton, editor and NEWLY NAMED ADVISORY BOARD MEMBER for Masticadores underneath the shadow of a manic and freshly mowed moondrunk with a star from Cassiopeia and her erogenous tune I wept tears of mad loss that crawled underneath your shut doorbreaking up with me while sitting safe on your heartless…
My New Poem, “Memories Buried In a Box,” Now Live at MasticadoresUSA
I am honored to be published in MasticadoresUSA (Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton, Director: j re crivello) I am the seasoning in your food, infused with blood-tinged lovegrave diggers plow a hole into my left eye, now crossedblack memories are buried there, along with my visionlifeless in a woeful, cardboard box, are my wedding ringsmy father’s…
My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC
voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall…
Three New Poems on I Write Her – The Short of It
Nature Changes Hearts of love hang by spider silk, painting the rust-colored leaves,shedding old clothes as dying flowers bid goodbye to bees.Impatient is the fall wind, causing green to intermingle with the color brown.We are watching the movement of the last squirrels digging holes in the ground.Kisses fall from the sky from migrating birds as…
My New Featured Post on Spillwords Press NYC, “Abuse Montage”
I wrote this poem about the abuse I suffered as a child from a child’s perspective. Many isolated children during this challenging time are at even greater risk. Children who suffer significant abuse often look and behave perfectly in public. abuse montage dark shadows are the sting of my lifememory clouded by waves of strifetiny…
