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…
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“Lost Smile” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores House
slide inside old tulip, pink petals, discarded long ago drowning out the sound of laughter my heart was feeling lowhear the trees weep in tune with me I am weary brown, torn the petals rise, did you know you are not the first to appear To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores…
“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…
New Prose “Dandelions Weep” on Chewers & masticadores
Veins of leaves pulsate with wrath, while willow oaks bleed through their bark. Even the sun dared not share her vibrant rays without sunscreen as she clasps a bright red umbrella. Flutes play sad songs while morning steam settles into cracks in sable earth. Extracted hearts fearlessly hang from trees singing songs for the humans’…
