Watercolors Our days and nights bleed togetherWatercolors on canvasHue and tint minglingOver hours, minutes, secondsOur passing bodies weave a patternOf do’s and don’tsOf when’s and what if’sWe linger in life’s paint strokesIts colors running faster and faster In response to dVerse Poet’s Pub prompt for Quadrille #136: Let’s Linger. It’s been a long, long time … More Watercolors

After the Dance

After the Dance I smooth my dress Lathered in a stormy lie Washed in acrylic intent A waning wind tongues withered dreams Runs on fiddled feet  Drives a purpled moon in a godless sky


I visited The Oracle this morning and here’s what she said…. Crushed Shine me like waxy whispers through a thousand tiny storms Honey my hair in forest mist rock spray and lazy lake wind Chant diamond-tongued petals sweet in the moonlight Soar like a symphony in a lust-milked sky

Scarabs Crawl Over Poetry Discourse

The poet’s bright soul is shatteredDarkness shouts through the cracks Scarab enablers crawl – a cracklingof criticism, a skittering of fingertips – Over the poet’s broken shell – poor, poor poet!Her piteous sighs caress the scarabs like bees In smoke – their kindness subdued , their thinkingNumbed How many ways might a scarab threaten death?How … More Scarabs Crawl Over Poetry Discourse

Poem in Emerge Journal

I’m thrilled to have my poem, “Mint”, in Emerge Literary Journal’s new issue. Thanks to Editors Ariana and Damon for selecting this piece and allowing my work in their pages once again. I’ve been reading the issue this afternoon and there is so much goodness in it! Do go and take a look!

3X is a Charm

Recently I had three poems and an interview published in Fevers of the Mind. A few days later, to top it off, FotM nominated my poem “Swaddling the Beast” for the Best of the Net Anthology. I am grateful and want to thank Editor David O’Nan for his support of my work and the writing … More 3X is a Charm

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Pink Moon 5 a.m. & the moon looms large in my pollen-streaked window, tree branches knocking across her surface. It’s been ages since  I’ve been awake in this early morning  hour, I’ve forgotten how solid the night  can be, empty of ghosts in the closet  and monsters under the bed –  they only seem to … More NaPoWriMo Day 27

NaPoWriMo Day 25

As I Sit in SpringSunday, mid-morningand finally it’s not rainingthe wind is silent but for occasional sighsand flutters throughcurtains of greenApril is stretchingand so am I Both of us pushingthe grey awayletting lightwarm our days Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Salt Cellar Knee socks and folded paper a playground at recess a circle, a caucus, a coven magic fingers and bated breath favorite numbers whispered, counted secret messages released in the air fly off to the future, wait for us a circle, a caucus, a coven * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe … More NaPoWriMo Day 24