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…
Category: Luna Moth
Spillwords press nyc has nominated “love me like a luna” for publication of the month
I am honored to have been nominated for publication of the month for November 2022. If you like the poem I would be very grateful to have your vote for this publication. Please vote here at SpillWords Press NYC. petals drop from hazel eyesmoonbeams dust, cleaning skiessleepy mushrooms deny they snorevester bats taste an array…
My New poem “Love Me Like A Luna“ Now On Spillwords
petals drop from hazel eyesmoonbeams dust, cleaning skiessleepy mushrooms deny they snorevester bats taste an array of insects, then soar honeysuckle nectar, kiss sweetarchaic willow oaks veil my treattwo hearts beat, amending our weatherheating up, whiffs of lavender and leather his vest opens, wildflowers skipnaked, I bite my trembling red lipluna moths mating, a vast…