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…
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…
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…
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…
As a snake newly shed, wet and glistening and ready to be pricked by hawk’s talon, your body slithers along mine. Dripping poison by the Nile’s tides, perfectly positioned to penetrate, your pointed fangs are sharp pearls I covet to adorn my neck and breast — Beast! Anubis would envy your ease of transformation to…
Soft, yet not like silk — this is soft like a bison’s lips nibbling on prairie grass; like a prairie dog’s warm nose, nuzzling another in a snug burrow; like a burrowing rabbit’s legs kicking, flopping ears across eyes, tooth, and claw; like claws of a cat withholding force just so in play with almost-prey.…
I will fall to follow I will fall to ground dirt smearing my face to follow I will fall to follow your subterranean descent dirt smears my face to find your descent so I may follow your hellish stairs I climb climb, clamber the stairs your spirit tumbled down to hell I shall tumble to…
In my dreams, I lasso Saturn and pull him close, his rings really just part of my weapon, invisible rope tugging him in for a hug, as though solid enough for my arms to squeeze, like those memories I know I could reach out and touch, if only a light projected from my eye onto…
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