Category: Poetry
From A Life to Sanctuary
Free Verse Poems My hungry mouth brought your milky breast, oh, what ecstasy the silky flesh affords My father’s straight white teeth glistens like pearls in my eyes as he lifts my small...
Avoiding Cliches
He approached me after the reading, a leather satchel over one shoulder and a sizeable chip on the other. He said, “I reeeally liked your work, but don’t you think that it would be...
Validus (The Lyric of Apollo)
Arise! All shall hail, raining down the great mountains, the Olympian gale, pouring gold-plated bounty from its bright crystal mouth, and its noise and its glee SOARS!…BURSTS! Down it sails through the air yellow-orange,...
Glass Heart
Benevolent fingers of vivid dreams… master at avoiding things. Surprised to see another day, though still live in disarray. Hostage of time, relentless past. Specks of glass mirrors beauty like pieces off a mask....
Waiting II
My my, do I miss you Like feet without shoes On a chilled autumn night When on warmth they muse There are few who eschew The pull that you do When further away From...
One of 60,000 Stories
Haibun Poem “Da menos tu hija! La queremos para nueva reigna!” He shouted outside our house. We saw him from the window. I shuddered at the sight of his tattoos. His friends laughed....
Diary from an Empire (II)
14.08.16 — 4/4 Stars blaze above sea of blood red hope — the promise of our empire. 14.08.29 TSA ravaged my carry-on, CNN says Obama doesn’t have a plan, ISIS has beheaded our son!...
On For Tonight
Lilac shaded blue tops Tearing at the seams Muscling through tough times makes any number of – oh, wait any number picked while stress lingers cross-wise ’round your thigh just say it does and...
Wednesday Night, 11 PM
I miss you something terrible Without you, my writing has no life It had ceased to exist until you came along Breathed it life, and gave it a name more by KRISTEN GREEN...
The Aftershocks of Lightning: A Short Pantoum
The moon turned the world to ash. Without flames he blazed. With skin coming up smoke, the pale orchard leaves melted in his palms. Soil hard as bone way back when. I found him....
