Malinda Poetry

I don’t know about you but I’ve cried in secret when I could and at times tears came too fast to run or hide; I don’t know about ...

Primary colors are for mix abandon and abundance of metaphorical flush temperatured too in the gift of warm and cool trembling imp...

Life is life with or without scribe for men come and go and women too but life has come-go ways and ways of being some appar...

There are mortals and the immortal community and collective prayer and those who see word don’t need face and those who see...

Hurricane-maker of delicate wing lesson-giver who does not teach is silent but articulating the verities eternal, cross-pol...

They slide and slither open wings and fly push out of barren land grow and perish alight on texts infect and draw watch and s...

Unnamed apostles and unnameable gargoyles the elegant counterpointing of grotesque and angelic the twitter of the immovable the s...