Thank you to editor Mark Antony Rossi for publishing 

my poem in the July issue of Ariel Chart.

https://www.arielchart.com/2023/07/scheeles-green.html?sc=1688474968234#c3140908679112181666

Scheele’s Green

 

Paint your own death

in my image.

Hang me on the wall,

and let me feast my eyes upon you 

as your assassin.

 

Such beauty;

you are at the mercy 

of sweet and pretty poison.

You are a victim of pomp,

as you worship my color of conceit.

I wrest from you

the count of every bead,

the count of every pleat,

the count of every breath.

 

May your last vision

be of beautiful fields of verdancy.

 

Thank you to Editor Mark Antony Rossi for publishing my poem

in the July issue of Ariel Chart.

https://www.arielchart.com/2023/07/trading-up.html

Trading Up

  

Trade prosaic avalanches for daydreams that dance,

steel dolls for a tin man’s heartbeat,

crimson leaks for jumps and jives,

the limits of doom for clocks that teach,

spun numbness for an expressway day.

 

Trade a rocket’s plume for the spell of a golden ticket,

spooky accolades for a dearth of regimes,

the vanity of nosegays for a trustworthy blonde,

lunchtime tipping awry for welcome order,

a lost head case for the renewal of rivers’ humbleness,

a showdown of dominoes for motions hung.

 

The bronze intercom

screams out shattered fortunes.

Auroras fall into laden fields.

New images of entrancing symmetry

within parquet tiles 

can right that wrong.

 

Trade the jungles for a Buddha smile.

Thank you to editor Glory Sasikala of GloMag for publishing my poem in the June issue,

Lifting Wishes

Let’s put all our wishes together,

dreams, hopes, prayers left unfulfilled,

into a balloon and press them

into the sky,

and let them rise

into hopeful clouds

that float like birds.

May that which needs attainment

be gratified successfully.

So many desires,

forgotten through time,

abandoned to the sky.

Let’s lift good wishes

with all our strength.

 

 

 Thank you to Editor Jerry Langdon for publishing 6 of my poems

in Raven Cage Issue 81.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1kR1pBxfM15l6EbfZGUapB8rBeg5AuKZK/view

PHOTO COURTESY OF RAVEN CAGE EDITOR JERRY LANGDON

 

Open Spaces

It feels great

to be out from under

rolling carpets of steel and stone.

I’m standing with outlying anonymity,

breathing in the glory of solitude.

Enjoying the simple subtraction 

of so much weight from shoulders.

It’s so easy to forestall deep sorrow here

while feeling the deepening rumble

of a wet, thunderous afternoon

within my chest.

The wind battering from all sides,

turning my hair like the Medusa,

as I wait for the open spaces,

and the nighttime canvas of midnight blue

to be painted across the sky.