How do I tell you, Life, I am tired of your stealing my dreams, hopes, desires as if they are loot you can haul away and present to some other. Who the hell is paying you anyway? You can’t fool me. I know the patch over your eye, The doo rag, the parrot that recites Submit, submit…all lame tricks Your ship may sail in open seas, above the law, but what if I sneak aboard. I can do that. Your men would freak out. It’s bad luck to have a woman on board. I’d wear some push up lacy bra, garters, black stockings, some high heels for your high seas. No doubt about my intentions. You would all cower by the tall mast and I would seduce my dreams and desires, showing you a thing or two, my Life, you.
Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
Italian American Immigrant Story
August 12, 2018
It's about the immigrant expereince
INCANTATION: LET THE MAGIC BEGIN
December 18, 2017
Download Your Complimentary Copy of 21st Century Flint
June 15, 2017
Terrone, a poem by me
March 9, 2019
last year I published a poem in Chiron, a wonderful print magazine. it is the story of my grandfather and his immigration to the US
Because of Papa Nic...
Poems to Wake you Up
September 1, 2018
I am so happy to announce that my poetry book
The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat is in prepublication
Mare Leonard’s chapbook ( a group of 18 poems) takes...