Pheochromocytoma She huddles coiled amongst the swath of blackberry with her matrix of thorny needles, spewing forth her painful pricks. Nerve bundles lay excavating within shredded muscles. Pain caused by unsummoned moles that convert and blast into a red-brick wall, a boundary of sanity and lost childhood of her red-brick prison. Pallid pathways etch memories…
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”Arctic Hymns” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Arctic Hymns ornate, sea eagle, liberate God’s lapis lazuli skiesunfurl thy seven-foot wings for us this dayrise the spired scalp of acorns slice frigid, wintry soilmy fisherman of Kenai River rest from daily toil come with leathery hands to my rousing limbsnestle my steamy body as I sing my Arctic hymns sandy blonde hair lay…
“Sunbird” Now On Spillwords
Sunbird complete the refrainwithin the splinteringof my nomadic heartsilk strings sway forthbringing delicate lovemeticulously closeplaying white noteswrens sing blissfullybestowing approvalhe shifts towards mewalls dance for pennies To continue reading, please visit Spillwords, and be sure to like, comment, subscribe and share.
”Testimony” Now On Chewers Masticadores
Testimony tangled tears unfold in burnt red leavesas October reins her tempest, sultry, yet encageddeciduous in nature, wool sweaters lose their sleeves,sanguine cheeks pale, your passion dies and empties me, enraged a hummingbird in torpor, my heart slowsyour frigidity bites like a rattler who yearns for heatlonely is my sinking vessel, not ministering where…
Hopeful Healing Journey
To my fellow artists, readers, friends and family, you may have noticed that I have been slowly decreasing my publications in magazines and my connections in WordPress. So here is a brief explanation of why. You probably know that for many years I have been suffering from neck and back pain from an old injury. Unfortunately, this has gotten worse and it’s…
”September’s Garden” Now On Chewers Masticadores
September’s Garden Dawn, an awakening that beckons idyllic, downy light, an endowment gently warming my green and thirsty skin. The last remaining flowers. I am the protector of the wonderous scentsthat whiff their way, often, to unsuspecting humans. My limbs of love hide deep beneath the ground’s surface, close to the red brick path. I…
“Why This Man” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Why This Man my feet wiggle with soil and the last crop of the seasonthey tantalize my senses as I ponder each logical reason while my heart still beats rapidly from the tender touchof a man I barely know, yet dare, to crave this much Why This Man connecting freckles, on my arms, and makeup naked faceI smell my white dress, to…
“Death Of A Stranger” Live On India Masticadores
Death Of A Stranger Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd. My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me. I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare. I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three…
The Calling Ocean
The Calling Ocean a trail of love springs forth with morning gloriesrain disperses drops, on steaming, searing sandtemperate waves leave kisses on briny shoreslike a ring placed on the ankle of a new bridemoonlight is tasting the glitter of dusk of a regalement of tearsshifting like sighs of lost sand dollars on ocean’s symphonic shoredraped…
Poetry Book And Art Review: One Petal at a Time
Thank you, Dawn, not just for writing this amazing review, but for taking the time to read my book, which was published shortly after your book was released. Thank you also to this wonderful community and all of the other support and love I have received during this time. What a wonderful community of writers…