Every poet is a little closer to God than a surgeon but only one of us makes our readers believe Worship the scalpel or the scale? He digs out the bullet, Pumps an empty stomach of pills, And I wrote the truth That put them…

Gold straps support the black silk heart across her porcelain skin. The black silhouette narrows to her waist And the beauty explodes across her hips Defining the shapely physique

When you were alone, you played the trombone and made your cat Yaten groan. We all understood that you weren’t very good, though if you could tell, it is not known. You packed it away, your loneliness at bay and carried on without dismay. But…

She stood, poised, ready to take on the world The ballroom was waiting, and people were whispering “Would she falter?” She stood, poised, ready to leave the past behind She had emerged from the cocoon of her parents sudden death Her grief was not for…

With skin of faded ivory, The lady awaits her Lover’s arrival. Her brown hair pinned up in a tidy fashion atop her head, reveals the soft curve of her neck, awaiting a soft kiss. The ladies dress stands out starkly against her skin, A deep…

What did I learn? I wandered afraid, they didn’t like me they never have. Two red checkers they fell down the stairs the class would then howl as they dragged us away.   They threatened to call them my friend would plead, for only two…

Elegant lines chased in black against a porcelain white. Lady, standing all alone, who’s your lover tonight? Half-turned and prepared, perhaps to smile or refrain, those and more are jealous, would you dance with the likes of us? Daughter Aphrodite, cool and shy, would your…

Every dress has a dream, maybe two. For me, today, my dreams came true. One, to drape the body of Lady Maribou. To be featured in a painting was my deux.   My lines are sleek, my fabric smooth. Night black of silk and made…

8/6/17 3:17 Sister She looks like you. Pale and eyes full of longing. Sand shifting through the hourglass of her body. Calculated. Were you always this hard? I could sharpen my intentions on the slab of roman concrete your nose. I always envied you, your…

the woman in red   She saw her at the other end of the room and thought to herself that she needed a new dress maker – her frock was not as stylish as the woman in red.   She envied the other woman’s beautiful…