Gold dances in the memory of green eyes. Coils of fire flare in the dark of Erebus. She could cry...if she still had a body. Making her way with burning shades, she tries not to ponder that killers prey twice: the initiation of attack, and the peak when nervous souls abandon bloody bodies. Everyone here…
When Pompeii poured into the Mediterranean, She was warmed with the spirit of Pyrrha And swam north to kinder colder waters Because the melodious strings of Deucalion called. She was warmed with the spirit of Pyrrha; The daughter of a common pandora came alive Because the melodious strings of Deucalion called And his harp heralded…
He pops a random clam shell, me, just another half shell, out of the lobster-claw ocean, tidal flats' shallow waves crawling across soaked sand. Wanderer, not searching, yet he finds what other men think is only one sea-washed cherry of a shipwrecked cornucopia. For him, filling enough. He will not choke…
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Daily writing promptWhat have you been working on?View all responses I am thrilled to announce my second new collection of poems this year! Honey Eaters is special because, unlike most of my output so far, it is full of positive, upbeat, fun pieces about love, passion, and loyalty to my special someone, my husband. Despite…
A cave that seems a stone’s throw wide feels safe, a haven from searching storms, until curious children hear the clatter of the chasm paddle-pressing the pebbles down a flat scale, descending to a baritone staccato echo only a wraith hidden in mist could purr. Hours pass until a hollow plop unveils the dark rippling…
Come my love to the roots where snakes dance. Legless muscles wrap scales in circles across pine bark, scratching the imagined itch that has nothing to do with skin. They wait for nymphs to skip blissfully by, ignorant of danger then swing from branches high-attained and snap fangs into fur scalps soft on slippery tongues.…
I found you cold, full of hot air that could never warm your skin, only the sky red in both our eyes for lack of pulse beneath a rhyolite veneer. Not blood but glass cut through our veins, made us rough to exfoliate others’ skin. They became better for the knowing of us. Our lessons…
Lipstick stains on deciduous bark endure, undetectable under the blush of umber notes hung on stiff arms ready to be torn by the wind, drifted down a creek like a microcosm of the oceanic message in a bottle. Love-letters are effaced by silt and diluted fish filth if not found at the precise moment characters…
Lithe aerialist, what labyrinthine patterns you trace across the blue! a master of your kind, like the human Escher became a little bug to crawl his impossible mazes. My eight eyes slow down your spirals. I hypnotize myself with your sinuous life. I mimic my web across the vale like netting just in case your…
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