Come sit in the misty glen, Kore, and recount the time Demeter held her torch, Hecate by her side, and cried, Searching for you mightily to find Hades had done it, Abducted you, my sweet, and fed you pomegranate. Married you he did, while your…

Your face was blue when we first met, the first time I saw you outside of pictures, outside of me. Your whole small body shook with holy cries, hallowed shrieks. They subsided when your tiny cheek pressed over my heart, when we breathed together. You…

Ode to the Norse god Bitter wind whips cloaks and furs as the riders crest the final hill. A fist rises. A signal to hold. Horses wicker, a restless hoof stomps, Words, guttural, soothing and then the wind again. Below, a village, quiet, silent even….

I remember like present day. Our love was precious as an emblem. Nervous but ready. He caressed my body . My temperature just hit triple figures not to long we landed in bed. His arms trembled as he whispered are you ready I shook my…

Lunacy is a phase measured by celestial recession, Boldly illuminating the beast within, Its hands itching with malevolent intent. But I must not give time for the hunger to grow Or spare a moment listening to the story of my teeth. And yet senses are…

Let me tell you the tale of my mother Not the one who physically bore me The one who the High Priest stated that hovers Over me, protects me, lives through me Known to Catholics as Our Lady of Charity Best known to our Afro-Boriquen…

Adonis and Aphrodite   You are my Adonis; rippling, marble body perfect in its beauty. I am hardly Aphrodite – more like Medusa – withering stares turning everyone to stone.   But you, master of perfection, your gaze shatters my stone prison – makes me…

  You might write a poem now Proselytizing the omen of my hair Twining in the wind, Telling the world my smile Froze you in your tracks. Later you might paint Medusa Over these features Telling the world you should have Recognized the signs and…

his long fingers stretched across my fingers curled around the sword handle like cracks in a car windshield.  the slow motion sets in.  I look up at him, the tiny crescent moon on his chin, an old scar that grew with him.  he peers down…

The Earth Mother has been with child The child has mother much beguiled   The child he kicks then kicks some more His mother shakes down to her core   The humans know for when he kicks The Earth, it quakes and breaks their bricks…