Monday, December 22, 2008

Candy Cane Love

Reds & greens
kiss as they twist
to the last jolly lick-
slipping through
the fingers
of the woman with the peppermint flavored
lips, white lights
flickering behind
her cherry colored
dress, she stares into the chocolate with the green tin wrapping until
it begins to resemble
mistletoe as she makes
two candy canes kiss
and forms a heart<3

Poem inspired by Writer's Island Prompt #11- "Slipped through my fingers"

This beautiful photo was taken by Janoid, posted on Flickr

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Drops on golden wings

Dreamflies often
rise and flood reality
Shielding what is
with gold wings
and cricket-type sounds
piercing a hole into
a well of imagination
where words swim
free of prey and bait

Drops of war, hate, pain, and greed
rain green, red, and black
There is an echo
of pitter patter
on this golden curtain
but only a few words shudder

Photo by GirlsEyeView on Flickr
Prompt for Sunday Scribblings

Friday, October 17, 2008

Eyes for the stars

His eye was the kind that bent and twisted
with a liquid appearance,
deep and shimmery
like bay water at night
when the light bounces
off its calm surface

On contact
any celestial body
could shed its rough surface
and orbit its infinite center
as a planet does around stars.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Essentially it is Sour

“It is essential to speak English and speak it well,”
said the brunette sitting across the café holding a beautiful berry tart.

"This is America honey. And we speak English, not American or American-ish.
That seems to be what you speak. It is as if English curdled and turned sour.”

A young Chinese man turned from a neighboring table to get a glance
at the lecture to see the audience being an empty chair and lonely coffee cup.

“I guess it is a disagreeable sign,” he thought. "It does read: please take precaution, cuidado piso mojado,يمكنك ان تدخل في."

He looked at the gray haired woman as colorful crumbs fell from her mouth, shrugged, and resumed his catnap after turning up the volume on his iPod.

POEFUSION Prompt: essential, sour, absent disagreeable, catnap

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Summer Gazebo Reading

Thanks to all my family and friends who came out for the Summer Gazeboo Reading Series last night. I really loved the support.

And a special thanks to the Iovinos for hosting this event all summer long.

Here are the poems I read last night:

(Sorry..Mom and Kid Bro.. had to snag this one!)

Photos by Tony Iovino

Monday, August 18, 2008


A summer leaf
drips of dew

Under a tree,
leaf colored eyes reflect dried dirt
yearning for a sun shower

The heavy air smells of bark and maple syrup
that can stick to the ribs
like comfort food on the next inhale

Photo : "leaf dew abstract" by Lani Barbitta

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Heat Warning Haiku

Burning trail
A snail burial ground
Cobble stones

Prompt by Read Write Poem

Photo: "Snail graveyard" by Sander Copier

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Indifferent service

made a potent
neon-blue concoction
without intention
serving reason
not shaken
salt on the rim

Prompt from 3WW

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Cactus fields

My little girl eyes
cracked dry smiles
tearing in sand storms

Through the night I watched
lights of passing cars
flash across my walls
lightning flickering
on the cactus fields
you left me in
to learn about
companionship and love…..

The same heart beats
through sun showers,
but gazes into the cloud smeared
black and blue sky
remembering the emptiness
of the words that
made you not only
a father,
but a damning prophet

One Single Impression: Deserted

Thursday, May 08, 2008

floating on my wings

In a lust-cocoon
wrapped, spun
and afloat
in the deep
dark colors
around your pupils

Until it all got too heavy
I took a deep breath
closed my eyes
and sunk to the bottom
holding my dream stones
tight in my palms

Silent serenity
and wordless magic
to my lips
and I can now
Navigate rivers
I thought I’d only wonder about

Paddling lying on
my glossy wings
smudged and kissed
with blue-green,
purple and yellow
to lands with white sand,
roses and doves

Totally Optional Prompts: Transformation


Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Abandoned petals

I thought: Empty

when I saw the red petals
so abruptly
abandon the stem of tulip
you picked
off the side of the highway

They fell simultaneously
like a curtain,
a magic trick,
the unveiling of
a passionate belly dancer’s red veil.

Like you looked when you
let your towel
fall to the floor
at the sight of me
lying looking
with that face
I give when I feel ignored.

Thanks 3WW for the prompt: Empty, Highway, Ignored

Monday, April 28, 2008

Featured on Poets Who Blog

Poets Who Blog has featured my poem, Hold my bones, for Day 28 of National Poetry Month.

Check out their site to find lots of great poets online.

Thanks again to Poets Who Blog for allowing me to share my work!

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Thanks Epiphany: Amour Habito Intus Vos!

I want to send a thank you to Cynthia for selecting me to be the guest poet of the week on her blog, Epiphany: Amour Habito Intus Vos.

She featured my poem stranger equals.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Pre-heat the oven

and sprinkle
me pretty
but not too plump

give me
dark chocolate
and gooey

so sweet
make me
loopy cherries
apple crumbs
in my palms

mix and
throw away
the instructions
with the box
and bake me

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Dragon secrets

Dangerous flirt,
you read every word
Before they were given
the chance to
be conceived

Sweet poser,
you wore
the costume
Of a royal
and purple

Wishful knight,
I remember
your noble
the floor
in the dark

Dear slayer,
I was
a dragon
wearing a fallen
princess’ costume,
but tonight I write
by candle light
sticking my tongue
out of my fire

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

covered in butterflies

You are the black butterflies that
transform me,
beautify me,
infatuate me
and softly consume all of me.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Hold my bones

Doctor me-
hold my bones

Carry them
in your pocket
for just a few minutes
before you put me under
the light of your microscope

Hold tight and twist
insert one
through the space in
between your ribs
and then diagnose
prescribe a dose

Think of my stare
and my running eyes
as I am put deep under-
where I can feel pain no longer

My words melted,
dripped from all
my crevices and drained
through the holes in your head

on me

but don’t forget
to hold my bones

Thanks Poets Who Blog!

I am very excited to be one of this weeks featured poets on Poets Who Blog!

Check out the 3 other great poets that I had the pleasure of being featured with.

Monday, April 14, 2008

neon eyes, starless skies

Your room was a space ship
And you were my abductor
The bright lights
made my dark eyes neon

The empty communication,
lit lost translations
in this constellation of souls

Tonight my dark sky is still starless,
And you can still imagine me
an alien-

UFO, you shot out of the sky
My voice left words behind
disintegrating, my fragments returning home

Sunday, April 13, 2008

C&J Wedding Haikus

Pink Brut
Tuxedos on floating gazebos
Red and orange fruit

Champagne rain
Purple rose pedals
Banana fondue

Bustles and bows
Love song

Friday, April 11, 2008

Letters to you

I love letters
but I really hate this one
passionately engraved
into rough paper

With closed eyes
I trace the characters and symbols
several times over
dashing, dotting, and crossing
before sealing it in an envelope
labeled: fragile

I was right
to write it out of me
slowly and carefully
translating the memory
of your face
as you tried
to sound me out

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Freckled wings

In the dark you looked
on at the ocean
a butterfly
with freckled ivory skin
and speckled dreams in your eyes
for H

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Capsules of gemstones

A poet laughs in the dark
the bliss of pen to paper

Lines lie under the mattress
in a golden notebook,
a golden time capsule,
a prose vault holding
ruby emotions,
amber conversations,
and emerald green scenery
to entertain a curious imagination
with a love for genuine gemstones

A poet laughs in the dark
the bliss of reading old poems

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

chocolate bubbles

My heart makes me a foreigner.
Without language,
I bathe in a tub of strawberry cream
blowing dark chocolate bubbles off my palms
dreaming my reality moons away

Monday, April 07, 2008

Carnivals and jungles

There are things about my mind
you will never understand
at times it is a carnival by the bay
with wild peacocks and psychic readings,
midgets and mimes.

Or how I have different eyes
One that instinctively captures
colored curves
in black and white rooms
and another that sees
clarity in layers of spilled paint---

After we wake
I still remain in places
I had been in my dreams
and wonder where I could go
on earth to find them one day

Over coffee I stare at the steam
imagining myself sliding
down a fluffy slide
after climbing a cloudy staircase

We look at each other with confusion
and I think myself a purple striped tiger
in an imitation jungle

Thanks for the Monday Mural prompt POEFUSION

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Sunday Haikus to you

Cloudy day
A black kitten cries
by gray paint

I fear
My own darkness
my heart

what if the
moments question
the what ifs

I never knew
my own vulnerability
in the ocean

Saturday, April 05, 2008

comfort fruits

You love avocados---to pierce its dark bumpy skin and slice into its green sliminess
They don’t grow in this hemisphere…at least I thought they never did
I notice many foriegn fruits lately
and your pink lips that look like papayas in the kitchen
when you stir and shake the pots and pans
over the gasoline stove that clicks and makes me dance
under these white ceilings comforting as a clear sky
dreaming of canopy beds in brick houses

Thanks POEFUSION for the prompt!

Friday, April 04, 2008

Serene beaches

This bed is an island
and in a minute it may be
a cloud or a hammock in a bamboo room

My dark hours are serene now
When I close my eyes
I bathe in butterfly wings and bay water

Incense burns on the window sill
spilling smoke across my chanting lips
killing the vowels before they can become
man eating sentences

Peacefully I sleep on my beach
where I once walked endlessly
through fields of dead cattails

Thursday, April 03, 2008

The freeze

As much as I hate the cold-
I love the freeze,
under a frosty blanket with a warmer anticipation

Savoring moments of numbness and fear-
The bitter cold
alters the psychological
and brings you unnervingly
close to the physical

Smokey illusions-
Through white breaths
there are flashing lights of memories

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Golden cages

Eyes lined with glittery shadow confessed her sadness in my kitchen over a glass of Johnny Walker Black. Just a few months ago she spent years living in an Egyptian condo.

He was an older white man who needed a translator, caretaker, and occasional lover.
The American businessman rescued her from a common life at the ripe age of eighteen.
She occasionally walked among her people, flashing diamonds and designer clothing.

"I was like a bird in a beautiful golden cage. Fifteen years...I had everything, but money doesn't buy you happiness.”

Her voice cracked and she took a sip of Jack.

“I would give it all back and live as a poor Egyptian," she cried. "I wasted my young years drinking by myself in the fanciest of hotels in France, Italy, Spain..”

Later that week, closing her eyes on Rockaway beach she felt the souls of pharaohs and dark rivers in her heart. In her sand there are leopard fish skeletons with rose petal hearts.

Her pink lips part under her sparkling eyes. “Here I am in New York City," she thought. "I have nothing. I am free..”

Tuesday, April 01, 2008


Butterflies breathe sleepless nights
into my bedroom:
bred a field of caterpillar pens
and now it’s a writing orgy.

Dream flies
escape from my stomach,
wrap themselves
in sheets of composition paper
in search of new cocoons

National Poetry Month: NaPoWriMo

For National Poetry Month, I am on a poem marathon in participation with readwritepoem's NaPoWriMo.

Also, check out my other blog, Love to be Inspired, highighting some of my favorite poets this month.

Check back here for an updated list for April.

4/1 Metamorphosis
4/2 Golden cages
4/3 The freeze
4/4 Serene beaches
4/5 comfort fruits
4/6 Sunday haikus to you
4/7 Carnivals and jungles
4/8 Chocolate bubbles
4/9 Capsules of gemstones
4/10 Freckled wings
4/11 Letters to you
4/13 C&J wedding haikus
4/14 neon eyes, starless skies
4/15 Hold my bones
4/16 Covered in Butterflies
4/17 Dragon secrets

Sunday, March 30, 2008

One of those days

Today isn’t one of those daisy-teacup days, but a blue crystal goblet with a drippy and dreary purple ice-cream night in its near future.

Our Torrid Love (a work to be continued)

Our Torrid Love-hungry-famished-destiny-altered the mind-a scavenger with heightened senses- pounced like a starved lion-unable to feel-the body- swam in deprivation- anticipated deconstruction of a perfect someone-in each other.

I burned in your eyes all those nights under street lights. We took shots to numb it all, though I still felt your hurt crawling beneath my skin. Your scars cried tears into mine when we fell together. I held you higher and continued to descend. I lost myself in an empty space where words can only be thought and never born. Real passion was nonexistent- this was a fiction, lost among so many others. I ignored your stare and clinched as it salted my crevices that used to kiss yours. My dimness said it all.. did you hear me?

Our Torrid Love-Pressed our-fire reds, bubblegum pinks, purple plums- our lips- that have tasteless memories-but through all the grays I can still remember the colors.

In response to a prompt over at Writer's Island

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Starfish Constellations

I wonder about the window
that’s collecting dust as the leaves
are changing colors
close my eyes and hold a seashell
to my ear
listening the ocean
call me back to the beach house
where I can watch the moments
float round and round
in a summer time capsule

In the room above the house
oars rested in fishnets draped
across the ceiling
holding starfish constellations
It was a watch tower
between the sea and moon
Where the sandy breeze tickled my face
Sometimes I can still taste the sea salt

My dark eyes often transport me
I explore the bookshelves of thick texts
with old brown covers that dim the room
You pour me some wine
and I sit close while you read
your favorite poem
about a bird
by Edgar Allen Poe
chasing each word with your finger
as you read them syllable by syllable

On cold nights like tonight
I lie under a deep sea of blue comforters
envisioning the starfish constellations
And I whisper poe's lines:
“the raven sitting lonely…
spoke only that one word, as if his soul
in that one word he did out pour”

Friday, March 07, 2008

fermentation of the fornication

Fornication, sounds like fermentation:
making alcohol out of yeast,
although vinification
sounds like a more sensual route to follow
right to the bottom of the bottle
where you’ve found you can use it like a telescope,
but only loose sight of the moon.

This fermentation of the fornication
Confuses you ­­---
As you once believed it to be a sensation
to create an indentation that was truly…You

At this hour
the intoxication is drunk off you-
a night demon:
possessed and used

Forget it all.
We’ll tie you to the mattress
and wait for the sun to perform an exorcism
or a plain over-exposure
to burn away the possibility of any identification-

Who are you?
The one who is so startled
upon waking to a blank ceiling
with the urge to fill in the empty spaces
that make you and that ceiling seem closer

Rising suddenly looking for some
indication of where you left
your lace underwear,
finding it in your shoe after giving up
running for an open door you catch
a glimpse of a stranger in the mirror
and realize it’s you.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

White dawn

During the stranger-hours between the sheets
flickering eyes dream in time
breaking and entering into moments
we believed to be asleep

My dream flies
flutter into this dark
You can see their colors
when others saw none

This is your favorite time
In between the edge of dusk and scaling the AM climb
You love to float towards the tip of the white dawn
And hold tight as we descend to its bottom

stranger equals

My dysfunctional kiss is missed on your twisted lips,
but mine can only pucker and bloom

A stranger at your expense
swimming in your flaws
I couldn’t get enough of the aloofness

Stranger equals Freedom... Once I thought

When dead strings swung from my heart
I dangled
like a bungee jumper
excited, free, yet attached
thirsty for more polluted air

That was you-
don’t be fooled,
but be aware:
There was always someone else
staring at you in the dark
intoxicated deep eyes
worn by a zombie woman

My finger on your lip
Silent witchery
Freed the white lies
from your caves of fantasy.
They took to the sky
like wild bats wearing butterfly masks

You asked me again
But I can no longer lie
You’ve got no fiction in your kiss
Only words mumbled in secret code
Heavy and broken when they hit the floor

Stranger equals Prisoner

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Nuclear kisses

Nuclear kisses--

Deformed lips

Seduce, subtly produce
a future of promises



as the ruby cactuses planted in the yard
are resurrected
in death under suns,
by sons- slaves to a dessert

Marching through dark with imaginary camels
camouflaged with whites, blacks, browns, and yellows

All individuals are unidentifiable

…dripping red under fire...