Tag Archives: onion poems
.. she unpeels her -selves slowly, layer by layer waning, an onion in parchment skin. she be -g(r)ins in waves, asks much of stars. .. the prompt over at mindlovemisery today is the moon. how can i resist?
… she is sans serif 10-point type, often italicized never bold. she is onion paper see-through skin. easily erased, truth untold. she’s scribbled whim and ellipsis salt, ridiculous blessings, cacophonous grace. she’s words in margins, indigo fire. moon swallowed, sunset … Continue reading
.. mother says pass (they make her eyes run, what with all those layers) but if you can hang in there a many peeling moon or two, there are things held close at center. .. Prompted by Quickly in … Continue reading
…. depends up -on how an on -ion’s cut; the skuttle of the skin down the sink, the brink of the veins a -gainst blade, board, all; the way the tears and layers fall. …
… she is sans -serif, stories told, often italicized, ……never bold. she is indigo ink -ling, pressed to onion skin; peel back amper -sand, ellipses, black clacked again. she is letters unkerned and lines leaded long, always shifting control and … Continue reading