“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,
or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe
queer fantasy author and poet
“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,
or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe
please describe yourself, in as many words as you like, our words are boxes, so check all of them or just one of them
I raised my hands to the heavens you came from so when you left I cried drizzles on this pitiful desert, but my arms are strong, they always did hold up the sky, one day I might lower them
Listen, can you hear us, pouring our heart’s grief into the keyboard? clackity-clack-clack my nails tap a peppy drum beat, staccato and quick– that way, the eavesdropping neighbors next door’ll never know the song’s so sad. But it’s there, it lives on– if my words could guide you through the dance routine they’d yank yourContinue reading “February Lies”
There go the sparrows shot through with piercing arrows cut in hollow marrows, fall from fresh air to the steel wheelbarrow clanging like a bell in a Christmas carol
Literal literary list:
miss the analysis kiss the lysis alyssum alyssis ask asylum assist us — Nonsense-san decrees: I can’t give you the happy ending first, it will completely confuse you,
Here is a poem about loneliness. *** I don’t know how to explain this “normal.” I think you have to live this, it’s like explaining smells to someone who can’t smell it’s like explaining childbirth to someone who’s never given birth it’s like I have
There’s pretzels outside. Dipped in clear chocolate, hanging low over creaking snow. The crunchy candy’s layered thick, inviting a thirsty lick, a cold touch crackles it breaks the pretzel salt on the sidewalk sprinkled for freshly baked branches.
I shared this article a couple months ago. Since then, I made a song with (almost) the same name and similar themes. –lyrics– (intro) Take me to the battlefield take me to the ash fields–let the hungry come, feed them bitten stars (bitten stars, bitten–) falling to lost paradise (verse 1) Pa pa-ee pa pieContinue reading “Hello and Goodbye Forever”
That moment when you wake from a nap and try to count the minutes you were out by the number of pins and needles in your feet–is it only your tired brain that can’t peg a number on