I have a couple of poems published on Scribe Base. I don’t see a way to re-blog so I am putting the link here.
I am grateful to be included in Fragments of Childhood (Vol. I) 2018.
Sticky rivers run down my hand.
Under the summer sun,
Sweet chocolate swirl melts on my tongue.
As the song fades in the distance,
Meet me behind the shed.
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
– This poetry form is called a Cherita. The photo is from pxhere.
A playing card in the spokes
Jumping tree roots and ditches
Multicolored streamers and banana seats
The bike makes the girl
You call me names but smile when no one is looking
And you don’t tell your friends you held my hand
– This poetry form is called a Cherita. The photo is from Pinterest.
the crescent moon coffee stain
on the otherwise white napkin.
between us now
but donut crumbs.
– This poetry form is called a Cherita.