If I let the door ajar to my soul wear my heart on the sleeve trust every smiling face and every fake praise tainted with those broken desires then the fault is in me If I let him be the sweet talker and blush at every small trivial comment sing his praises to my heart's … Continue reading Love fool
It is exactly one year and I still swell with pride.
Dear blogging family,
I can’t contain my excitement as I share the news of my acceptance in the directory of poets maintained by the Poets and Writers (pw.org).
Founded in 1970, Poets & Writers is the USA’s largest nonprofit organization serving creative writers.
Their mission is to foster the professional development of poets and writers, to promote communication throughout the literary community, and to help create an environment in which literature can be appreciated by the widest possible public.
Check out my poet profile here
“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche If I drink and lick that sweet wine that elixir dripping from your fingers it will resurrect all my ashen dreams lying lifeless in my graveyard of thoughts it will resurrect me and bring me down will take out the nails and un-crucify … Continue reading Desire
Excited to see my three lines of poetry find its home in the pages of Three Line Poetry Journal by Prolific Press. Prolific Press publishes 8 respected literary journals. Each journal publishes different literature, and each has a different flair. Three Line Poetry is dedicated to showcasing and celebrating three-line poems. You can buy the … Continue reading Poetry Published in Three Lines Poetry by Prolific Press
I'm so thankful and blessed to have friends, readers, and editors in my life whose constant encouragement and support have helped me in reaching the following goals in 2019. 1. Poetry Anthology "We will not be silenced" by Indie Blue Network featured in top 100 poetry anthologies to be read in 2019 by Ariana Huffington … Continue reading Thankful!!
“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
– E.A. Bucchianeri
I’ve always been looking
for empty spaces
spaces in your heart
spaces in your fleeting glance
to adjust mine
space next to you in the library,
an empty cozy corner in the party,
where the deafening noise is
calmed by your soothing voice
space next to you
on the commuter train
next to you in the bar
where I can sit and listen to all
the stories you have to say
I went to all the bars and the cocktails places
and looked for you in the half-filled drink
walked all the dark alleys
seeking for the company
I always looked for the spaces
between my fingers
to adjust yours
I always thought the curve of my body
in the night was like that
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