Daily Archives: April 20, 2021
they pass themselves off as flies, having given their fire to the lightning bugs and shrugged their scales for gossamer wings. but we recognize the spangled colors of their skin, the way sea and river call to them. they dip and sway and pass the day in bedazzled … Continue reading
The three sisters have placed it there, fighting over him again. Good heavens, but he’s confuzzled, puzzled by all this shine. Tomorrow they will Braille him sweet nothings in the stars; stitch hima swooning moon of Venus, a Valentine of Mars. Ursa (major, … Continue reading
How did the guy who painted The Scream know 2020+ would be such a bad dream? Still catching up, with Sunday’s poem.
She’s seeing them again (she’s late, so late) and questioning her sanity and her size. Drink me, shrink me calls the brew(she’s late, so late) and there are two (tweedle) twins to ponder. She wonders what the Queen of Hearts will say when she sees these tears. No matter, … Continue reading
Does the rabbit love her? (The Queen of Hearts does not.) If she drinks the “drink me” will her heart get caught up in all this wonder? Will she be late, so late, for a date with destiny? Will she shrink in her own skin, … Continue reading
they haunt without love or forethought, caught only in the un-clacked black of their white-sheet skins.
, this poem is not:that red(wheelbarrow) red rose, or a summer’s day, or some weird wild ecstasy over a Grecian urn. it’s not walking in beauty nor on the road less taken or through some godforsaken woods (in snow, or otherwise). it’s not counting the ways or the breaths or the deaths … Continue reading
spring’s got the bothers again,her bloom-ers all up in a tither, scattered hither-and-yon with yawn of breeze. she’s got trees to woo,things to do, bees to boo into buzz. sunshine’s waitingfor her to blushbudcry; hex and vex that startled stolen sky. The Quadrille’s mine over at dVerse … Continue reading