a woman found an aniseed among some withered recipes inside: recumbent fantasies Of gray days swelled with ecstasy
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The Aniseed
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 …
Midnight, Away From Home
Tonight the creek sits high in its bed
Sweet and Sour
He grinned like a wolf
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 …
