I am so pleased to announce that my poem, petals made of love, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
petals made of love
I sit atop the river delta, wondering about
the scene
it is a
myriad
in-between
the light
casting off
in the distance
playing with the…
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Photo by CDD20, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Blue Shoes, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Blue Shoes
shadows trace my fingers, a space of
wonder filled with
lace
as other contexts make haste
sending to my heart delicate fabrics,
my mind’s eye reminds me…
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Photo by ractapopulous, Pixabay
from the tips of my fingers
to the tops of my toes
a flower sits
in repose
calling to me
dejected and forlorn
I compose
myself
and listen to the words whispered
forth
speaking to me of daffodil dreams
and peeks sanguine
in the distance
they seem
like a memory
of another time
when the love you brought to me
was something altogether different
than this fractured reverie
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
green, purple, and blue,
they all remind me of something
new
clouds hanging behind the sun,
while the hunter rises
to the tops of the crisp autumn
morn
a cascading effect —
hope
lingers on my breath,
while present is this indigo
aspect
combined with lavender,
an aura coming out from behind
the moon
they are all products of the love
living inside of me
and you
Photo by cocoparisienne, Pixabay
I was elated last week when Dagmara K from Spillwords Press sent me a request for an interview. There were 12 questions, which were a lot of fun to reflect upon and to answer.
Thank you to Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords Press for the interview opportunity. It was an honor and a pleasure to participate in this experience.
And.
Thank you again to all of you for continuing to support me and for your friendship. You all mean the world to me.
You can read the Interview Q&A here.
Photo by natureworks, Pixabay
the fields brown grass reminds of tall tasks
flowers not yet weeping
seeds buried deep
awaiting the stars signal
to start creeping
toward the light on the other side
where crimson colored apples
and white-washed cotton candy
fill the skies
they are the seeds
made out of the kindest touch
and a whole lot of hope and love
A shorter version of this poem is also available on Twitter.
Photo by Bessi, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, The Moon’s Lullaby, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
The Moon’s Lullaby
moon night, I shine,
bottomless love is divine…
I had a conversation with the moon once. It was long ago, during a mist-covered evening, I was feeling quite lonely, and out of the ordinary. That evening the moon shined brighter than I’d ever seen.
It did almost feel like…
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Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Earth Our Home, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Earth Our Home
I sit atop the stairs, reminiscing on times fair, and difficult beyond repair. As the pain continues to arise, and the memories flood my mind, my heart continues to wage a war with love at the center of despair.
I pick myself up, dust off the self, and…
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Photo by 7089643, Pixabay
my emotions crumble, as the weight of the world
trembles
walking in the forest, I pick cherry pits from
the ceiling
and
loose the heavens upon my heart, with one wish
and prayer
I dare
to walk among the trees, and see faith in humanity
a dream
when worlds collide among egoistic travesties
crimson colored roses, remind me of bloodshed and
gore
in the moment
resting along the thorns, dreams leak from my eyes,
as arises
despise
while peace lives on the other side, in an envelope
of bliss
I send it along with my heart, stamped and sealed with a kiss
Sending all of my love and prayers to the people of Ukraine. We stand with you.
Photo by neelam279, Pixabay
I am elated and honored to share with you that I was voted as the Spillwords Press Author of the Month of January and February!
I am deeply grateful to Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords for supporting my work; and deeply grateful to each of you for being here, supporting me, and being such wonderful friends. It is because of each of you that I am here today. You inspire me, and I appreciate each of you very much. Thank you!
rhythm and sound
walking along the ground, I stumbled,
and fell
happenings like this
tout a specific
rhythm
and sound, like walking amongst the
clouds
what confused me most then,
was not knowing —
love
is derived from
within
took quite a few more stumbles, and
tumbles
among the trees,
the leaves,
and
all of the misery
to notice, the hand was always there, even
when on the
ground
I was already found…
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 