A poem — I wish I were a bird to make my home as far away as my breast can beat to have feet as light as tears — unquestioning as a mother’s embrace oh, how I wish I were a bird to have my only worry to be breathless over the sea and no near tree…

A poem: part 1 — I’m making this promise to myself — to Never throw in the towel. Never allow someone else’s opinion of me to be my reality to let me forever be the co-author of my creation Never allow my heart to grow cold — and hard from mistreatment to instead cling to the…

Important links that tell you about me as a writer — If you would’ve told me a year ago that I’d have amassed a decent body of poetry, as I have now, in little over a month, I’d probably look at you like you had two heads. …

firm green haws hang — high/on a tree outside the neighbor’s house — from limbs — soft in late Summer’s rain enough to bend but not break the kind that make a good switch/that make bad kindling/in haunting shades/of green somewhere between crocodile — and basil that befalls as camouflage at…