Category Archives: twiglets
.. The world is aching again, like a rotten tooth. I long for silence and the calm dry wash of a brighter ……….moon. .. twiglet #25.
… they breathe in birdsong, the gentle longing for pocket-petal whisper fall on delicate ears. they laugh in flowers, the quiet hours of morning when the sun smiles a golden hiccup-up-up into the sky. .. twiglet #24.
… His hair was shorter then, before the dragon. Before he caved to the wiles of woman, and wild of sky. Before the sword fell into sheath for good, and the woods swallowed them all whole, happily. Ever. ………………After. … Continue reading
.. this poem is all split -pea and hambone moon, noodled in syllables and slightly goth broth. it’s dump -lings and gum -bo flings and hot and sour and wanton lust for life. let it simmer ; don’t take it … Continue reading
.. the truth had teeth. a sour and dank bitter stew. she stooped to cave below, her heart a ……(s)well, ……….and drank it anyway. .. wiki note twiglet #20
.. rough as a cat’s tough these lake-sand shores help me pumice my poems. .. twiglets #19.
.. kiss me, quick under the thicket of this cotton-swallowed sky. …. twiglet #18.