Insomnia, a sijo

Midnight's crows crowd the bedroom, perching on plastic picture frames Their wings sing lullabies, as they crochet their wooly caws into a tapestry of sleep, black feathers fill my fragile dreams

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The Aniseed

a woman found an aniseed among some withered recipes inside: recumbent fantasies Of gray days swelled with ecstasy  

Fall Away

No one sees the sun the same some notice shadows     some the glow floating in between damask curtains lenses pinpointing the here     now     today maybe some regard its power as a threat fretting ultraviolet     infrared     gamma? mamas mostly     smearing white chemical wool over the backs of …

errant army

the bright soldiers unarm me brash asters charm me hardly stable, full of will their starry lies sigh sorry frilly gifts mar me like Bacardi; it’s all thrill sharpened edges may harm me your errant army disarms me, alarms me still

Apartment Full of Trees

Follow me to furloughed fields, to cities fitted ‘round a sea less salty. S'there we'll start our garden. I’ll blast far ‘neath flagstone for you; till a trillion seedlings strewn by starlight; foster future forests. This is my first attempt at a drottkvaett for April's poetry slam. Read more great fiction and poetry by clicking the badge above!

Yellow

It starts bright as lemons fresh cream churned to butter love's weight in our hands     promising golden We stitch our lives slowly and dye the joined fabrics our saffron     turmeric     mustard future Fluid and so fragile we pack our love away like a yolk in its shell     waiting to break The whites of your …