I am delighted to share two of my poems, Postage Due and Under The Disco Lights, are published in the second issue of Free Verse Revolution’s enriched and distinct literary magazine!
The sun is luminescent overhead. The man is pale, an albino with golden eyes. He dons a broad-brim hat of woven grass. The brim is dyed red. He digs in his pockets for the key to the house; it barely fits because of the rust. The battered door creaks inward. Dust and bottled love make his nostrils flare. Legend sniffs to clear the tears from his eyes . . .
Sitting in the scented moonlight my toes tremble. The steam that curls above artistic plates is the same clarity that haloes each salt-grain star.
The story of the Victorian child killer more widely known as the Wicked Boy, as told by Kate Summerscale in her award-winning book, has been on my mind for a while now. I smiled sadly with the story, clenched my hands, and ultimately learned that anyone can overcome their past if they want to. Here is why you need to want to.
You cook the mushrooms in butter and eat them with white wine and your lover under a moon that never crests the mountains . . .