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: Youth
Exciting News, Yours Truly Nominated For Spillwords Publication Of The Year For “Worn Slap Out”!
I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Spillwords Press NYC, Dagmara, and staff for the honor of being nominated for Publication of the Year for 2025 for “Worn Slap Out.” Thank you to all those who voted for me in June. This is a piece written in the North Carolina dialect from the…
Wild Blue Yonder Now Live on Hotel
Wild Blue Yonder Inhale the air, youthful caution as tiny bare feetrun to co-exist where love and honey verily meet. Brush against the rawness of our transitory earthbeguile new winter wind to sniff out a virgin birth. Sink your feet into the soil of Earth’s great cover,tossed and ensnared as a beloved and…
“Worn Slap Out” Now On Spillwords
Worn Slap Out Ms. Egret lay her scrawny neck upon my braless chestTears sting like chigger bites for her lonesome sorrowWhite fluff, her hatchling falls over yonder from her nestI’ll fetch her from between the cattails sun-up tomorrow Ma is looking for my fresh-skinned catch, a small catfishHushpuppies nip and growl when they hit…
My New Short Story, “Death of a Stranger,” Live On MasticadoresIndia
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 nurses were raped in…
My Poem “Abused Child,” Now featured on The Edge of Humanity Magazine
do not presume to know me my face a frowning moon crevices of sadness besmear a hoary soul who wonders here To continue reading on Edge of Humanity, please click here – please also follow and consider donating to their magazine. Big thanks to Joelcy Kay, Editor and Curator of The Edge of…
My New prose Live on the finest example
Musical beach grass Shy and shielding the sun through cotton candy clouds musically smell my skin. Beholding heaven, I remember how trembling we explored our wedding ground in this land of arctic terns. Childlike, I embrace stolen moments of youth I never had. Briny mist captivated my racing heart as I lay with you and…
