Fledgling’s Promise sorrow is a thistle that clawsits way through tender flesh festers like a wayward wounddyes blue bird color sky to gray red bricks, meld curtains shutshield dreams and hopes away like a girdle on an aged womanwith a belly made of silky clay moods shift a clock’s rigid arms sand drifts to erase…
Tag: Time
“Unloved” Now Live at SpillWords Press NYC
born 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…
My poem “Sands of Our Glass” on MasticadoresIndia
alleys 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…
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.
