blood in the back of the throat taking the long way home isn’t that just how the thing goes slamming brakes for a swallowtail butterfly yellow wings beckoning for a better past losing, inevitably, scraping knees and knuckles against pavement boiling with sunshine, rays and beams never meant to have holding a book too closely […]
Rachel Carson and Gretel Ehrlich inspired.
This is how it went: the pilgrims, with their beige exoskeletons, six legs, antennae they travelled, they followed my misery, mistaking it for promised land, a place where they could be free and I learned the form of poetry in the exoskeleton, six legs, hourglass waist of a wasp on the windowsill I learned to […]
a found poem
acoustic songs are better
A poem (feat. my fish)
It was going to happen eventually, I guess.
Another cryptic poem about fish.
forrest, from your (favorite) progeny