Clay creature in my arms, I made more dance runes and answered too many personal questions honestly since this creature seemed to think I’d let it go if
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night scythe
Sauce up some soups with no spices some oils with no prices rices on spoils rise on spools of sallow schooners.
Child of Rust
child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”
Tale of Underwater Ghost
Tug of war with the man o’ war one tentacle at a time and maybe you’ll get a ride to a higher plane of existence, or perhaps a deeper one to the shipwrecks and bioluminescent flesh
I ain’t a scientific expert, but.
I ain’t a scientific expert, but. I was doing some research into ocean acidification, plus something I remember from a geology class years ago about limestone in the mountains as evidence of ancient seas there. In that class, I wondered why we didn’t just make more limestone–made of calcium carbonate, or CaCO3, or calcium plusContinue reading “I ain’t a scientific expert, but.”
Try a night, trilobite
here in these midnight afterhours, the world opens with possibility: anything could happen, dreams could come true in an eyeblink, all mysteries could melt out of fossils
The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab
This witch lives in a castle just above the tideline, the sun rises from the yeast and wakes her crusty eyes. She goes out, collecting jellyfish for breakfast, tuna for lunch, but most of the morning she loafs around with Crissy the croissant crab, her best friend and familiar. Sammy the sand witch and CrissyContinue reading “The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab”
Cloud Nine/Cyclic
Rains fall to seas, sink thousand years to deepest reef, then dance up to sky. *** Ps, Cloud Nine and Cyclic are only 2 possible themes of this haiku. Buy me a pizza
The Sweltering Sun Will Claim You
Triton’s turrets burn–once a glistening gem beneath sapphire seas, now a