October 2024
Bio Note: I am a poet, artist, and essayist. My latest poetry collection, Or Did You Ever See The Other Side? won the International Poetry Book Award; The Taste of the Earth won the Silver Nautilus Book Award; Tea in Heliopolis won the Best Book Award, and Under Brushstrokes was a finalist for the International Book Award.
Sounds in the Attic
After No Witness by Gail Potocki
Fluttering wings wrapped in shimmering muslin veils dance around the broken planks, a gaping wound in the hardwood floor littered with scattered down, love letters flying away from torn photographs. A whisper breaks the rhythm of the foot beats: a tree is unearthed, its roots bleed, veins sapping roots of my heart, throbbing as a frightened sparrow held tightly in a palm. Hungry moon, do not lure me into your maddened circle. Don’t you see that hole in my chest no longer keeps a beat?
Originally published in Cider Press Review
Mona Lisa
In my efforts to escape
I often enter a portrait.
Now I am the Mona Lisa
sealed by deft brushstrokes
framed in my mind—
a captured image, a shelter
to isolate myself and sink within
the space of an outlined smile.
First published by Museum Views: Art Info
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