Tree Raven Poems

The eagle enjoying its prey 
On the baobab tree.
The raven is coming  provoque the eagle.
They both fly 
in the sky.
The raven tries 
 Hard to reach...

Read More

I remember how she would watch me coming in late from playing in the fields in a new pair of slacks,
whiteness between my ribs shooting...

Read More

< Awaiting The Rains      

Sitting in this sweltering heat
in the shade of a leafless tree.
The clear blue sky,  ...

Read More

Have you ever heard a crow caw in the dead of night
Never the thought crossed my mind until such was my plight
In the bright of...

Read More

a parrot
chattering nonsense
vibrant joker

a Minah bird
incessantly mocks
feathers fly

owl hoots 
from my oak tree
Minerva’s child

hummingbird
hovers by my window
faerie rides

a flying 
chevron reverberates
geese

faerie sits
in woodland contemplation
nature communes

a...

Read More

There’s a boy in the cellar with a stone in his mouth.
In the stone is a bird.
In the bird is a future unhatched, unborn, unclean.
Unbeknownst...

Read More

one white mouse runs out of a hole,
two black mice run up a pole,
raven caw caws from a tree,
she says one and two make three,
mother...

Read More

A crow was tired flying the whole day
in the scorching summer sky of parched May,
searching relentless for some food,
became thirsty to the bone like a...

Read More

Owl, falcon, raven, crow.
Something dark against the snow.
What kind of bird? We disagree.
It makes a gorgeous shadow though against this tree.

We get closer, hoping to...

Read More

I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
I took it and flew...

Read More

The Hero, Raven, Poe And First Encounter,
Part One, Dedicated To Master Poe 

Midnight chill, moon glowing a bloody red
gone life's sweeter thrills, am I truly...

Read More

A black raven 
Perched on the branch 
Of a dead tree,
His dark haunted eyes 
Glaring down at me.


       ...

Read More

Dare We Bring Poe, Raven From Darken Grave
Renewed Poets Tribute Series
Second poet, Edgar Allen Poe

Hating blade yet they are so quick to cut
in glee at...

Read More

The Raven

Black pigmented ink 
Circle my frame 
Charcoal 
My melanin 
Fierce as the raven
Perched upon a housetop 
In its black attire 
Regal and justified 
Jet...

Read More

Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting...

Read More