The Terror of Blooming

Would the air hurt you Would the bird clip you   r petals Would the caterpillar find you beautiful- beautiful and delicious to consume, to digest Would you and the extension of your flesh, open to the elements, displayed splayed unto the world, finally signed-on to participate, meet death To bloom, is it less painful than... Continue Reading →

One Day

I am a beautiful prickly cactus rose of the desert in my hair fruit of the desert from my limbs withstand the weather by my frame drink rain water in my veins beneath thick skin soft within smooth? yeah without these spines await that time one day ain't now, for now bears hot sun hot... Continue Reading →

Sweetland

rolling, the combine harvester of a tractor along the thick golden bristles of her field below brewing skies, churning soundless over the harvest something of the silent beating of the machine against the grain, like a steady drum, lulls the clouds hope appealing to distress hope appealing to distress when things uttered cause things of... Continue Reading →

I sing

I sing I sing each time I speak the melodies of words tumble rumble, bubble up and mumble as rivers from the quivers of my soul give birth to streams to streams into the forests of your dreams your dreams' threshold at your ears your ears, the words you hear bespell as babbling brook over... Continue Reading →

Musty Sundays

musty Sundays skirt the river's bank, we catch the breezes, letting snarls of laughter hiccup o’er lapping ripples from the boats shade sighs here and there in speckles ‘bove our sun-bleached locks while runners’ steps give rhythm to ever rustling green in this hot air sweat forms beads along my back bone, at least while one... Continue Reading →

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