Cherry

FIRST LIGHT poem

I watch movement in tall grass, the strut of a partridge –- a forward series of short jerky steps.
Cherry

Money makes the world go around *Snippet*

Remember one night, it made my Ma stay up the wole night crying.

Self-Consciousness

I flex my hands eagerly in the gloom. A crying baby boy falls rapidly through chaos into my itching palms. I raise my hands into the faint light and his innocent gaze meets mine with amazed horror.

Different

In a world where everyone is the same, someone is always different.

I'm paranoid (This is not my story)

Before I leave the crib, I check into the bank. Empty the joint account, lay the dollars in the sack.

A String Of Pearls

Droplets (-;

Who had the right?

Who had the right? Who had the right? Who had the right?

An Ode to Jimmy Hendrix

Twas a rebel with soul: a real sage of blues and rock'n roll, played with a hummingbird's speed and control He and Dylan were as tight as yin and yang

Aphrodite

First in a new collection called Exodus. Signals a break from my previous sonnets.

"the magnificence of the dance"

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