Ballad of the Muted

Up the steep stairspainted white by former slaves,you twist the handleas if breaking off grapes.You ask, “What day is it?”but their faces are graves,whiteness a tombstoneamidst forgotten prayers. Because something is buried here,but you don’t know what it is.Do you, Mr. Smith? You look for a chairto rest your wounded knee,the overgrown trailfull of feathers […]

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Gamblin’ Man

This poem refused to remain in the journal, so I posted in on All-poetry. Now, it wants a feature on my blog. Jeez, it’s pushy. Also, adult in nature, just be prepared for the ride. Gamblin’ man rode me oncenever let go,even the dice ‘caus he just newLucky 7’s would come when he did.

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Home of the Brave

They said take a bathin the waters of your ancestors,but it was too scalding to wadewith wigs and powder.I just heard each ripple,each crinkle of homespun petticoatlike a stream beside the broadleaves of tobacco thatwaterfall the sloped hillsides,and the flow of the Declarationchanged for light and transient causesfeels free to do the butterfly,watch musket balls […]

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Das Wienheim

Wine bar zig-zag lights industrial soft white metal and the open door of night. In Germany, I dream in grey, an homage to the wall days and even buried deep in the Bavarian heart I’m afraid– never know what Mutti’ll say: a different rule, a different day. But when you grow up on rations you […]

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It’s All in the Breath

This poem was written for The Art of Seduction Radio Show based on the artwork of Sekhar Roy. It is an adult poem so please read at your own discretion. “It’s all in the breath,”he teases with his tube,a slight smile and a pinchbrings a higher pitch,but he’s unsure ifshe can handle it. “Move your […]

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Jahi and the Beanstalk

Once upon a monsoon time,when gullibility wasn’t a crimedeep in the muck left by Kashmir rainsthis Indian boy was duped again. Beans for Gertie, the family cow,who needs dignity anyhow?Our most beloved bovinesacred and divine, sold to atraveling Boxwallah that was blind,his magic for the weak of mind. The rain is rabid on the mounds;the […]

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Seek Dewdrops Here

A drop of sweat finds its way down my back, and I am numb to the way it navigates the scaly mountain range of my spine before pooling in the cool indentation below. There are more pearls waiting their turn to slide, and they flitter like sprites on the fence of my brow, guarding the […]

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Midsummer Issue 2021

Last Girl’s Club “Midsummer Magazine” is out today. If you need a cool dip on a hot summer night, pick up your print copy here or a digital downward here. Nestled inside is my first printed poem, “Eternal Sleeper,” resting among the other Mad Queens and their mischief. I’m so excited to get my copy […]

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