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…

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…

  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…

Summer days are long and sunny. We children were outside–playing, laughing, running. Till afternoon clouds burst with warm, pelting rain. We sprinted for cover on the back porch swing.   “Run inside. Grab  your raincoats, Grandma said with an elbow nudge. “Go splash and play,” Then…

Long ago in Ancient Persia lived a most ferocious beast. With shark-like razor teeth which on men’s flesh would feast. Great wings did stretch, twenty feet from end to end With lion’s mane and claws, it would your body rend. Beyond that, what remained was…

Yes, i a  Superwoman, married with children. i always wear a smile on my face to greet my day and you never hear me complaining. My bosom are big and so comfy to lean on. The softness can absorb all the emotional pain my family shared….

Hail the name of Ganesha Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha With a elephant’s head Given after yours was cut off By Shiva, petulant Shiva Hail the name of Ganesha, Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha Made of earth and shaped by his own mother Easily holds…

Jump rope twirling Ponytails whirling Jumping singing Voices ringing Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Black as taboo Down in the bayou Worse than voodoo Hear when they say to you Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Teardrops no…

Studying the synchronicity Reading a lot of lore   I came to believe in mystical beings Goddesses and unicorns, of yore   Colors, rocks and many a thing All different in their meaning Symbolism galore   Yes, I read the ancient runes and tarot Own a…