After life’s passing glory
The campaign marches on
Beating time tracking and tracing
Torsos with cold leather fingers
They drew my blood and sent me
To the mass grave I fell in without
Balance. And I lost my head.
The sounds of trees
As they all melted together humming into a bee swarm choir.
All of them tenors singing around my delicate sensibilities,
Breaking the crystal with those high pitched cries at
The octave of all deceptions.
What is the Mystery Award? Wow an award, so unexpected and so cool. I can’t say I’m not happy to receive the award, though it’s a mystery to me that my words have touched someone enough to nominate my blog. Lahla Brain Cancer Freeish, my nomintatrix to you I am grateful for this award and […]
Her brittle old tortoise shell prescriptions Blur a head of softly graying curls He needs a cut, she whispers, always to herself. Anyone in or not in the grocery store line that afternoon. Recognizing Cantaloupe, honeydew, whole milk Lettuce heads and newly sprouted wheat, and Baby spinach asleep in the sway of her basket. A […]