A Knock crisp welcoming voice of the wrenhow her incantations I long to hearbut she placed her voice in a boxher color, joy, and song buried near wailing calls soft, tiny bulbs hoist sailoak tree slain by a dismal, frail windroots glisten in the sun, a forest-sickmy body dismantled, like my friend To continue reading,…
Category: Confused insects
SCALE WITHOUT MEASURE BY JONI CAGGIANO ©️JAN. 4, 2025
In the late fall of the year of the Dragon, the maple trees let slip from memory the task of turning their leaves. Yellow carotenes did not fill the leaves, bequeathing the desirous soil below with enviable nutrients. A spiritless sun went into an impervious mourning at such a loss. Lady bugs with red and…
To All My Readers, you are my family
My big window parading all my friends so close by, yet no one tattled or told me today was the day they would die. Yesterday, the sun was a bit worn-out, and some rain cried while wetting the earth, but still, I saw the new Creeping Jenny’s annual birth. My eyes don’t work well…
My New Poem Slow demise On MasticadoresUSA
red moon elevates levels of a blue-gray ocean with its pulllizards eat meat from their bodies as they outgrow skinants move eggs deep as it freezes near the top of the earthhoping for borrowed time and their instars to be birthed To continue reading go to MasticadoresUSA – thanks to the magazine’s editor Gabriela Marie Milton…
