Defiantly, there grew a lily  surrounded by a sea   of morning glory  it sprouted from soils  fertilized with a falsity  of promises wept  Their violent waves   splash at   its stalk  their twisting vines   strangle up  its stem.  There no longer grew a lily,  instead replaced  by homogenized

The red half-moon falls in my bath water  like dry peony petals from late June.  A gold crescent appears for the daughter.  I stir my tea, thrice, with a silver spoon.  Warm droplets coat my tongue like the sun’s embrace Chamomile, lavender, creamed honey.  Shadows swallow a choking maiden’s grace. 

A pulse suspended in inka silence that tastes like the edge of timecurling around broken hoursand slipping beneath its skin. I rise from the horizonbut do not break it.A pale fracture in the quietfelt only in the tremorof the earth’s quiet exhale. I unravel the nightwoven from threads too fine

I’m reading Elle by Donald Glover, and I’m struck by Elle’s predicament. What do you do with a headstrong girl? Fling her over the starboard deck and sail away, mate.  Drop her on an impoverished beach with a dying lover and a useless nursemaid.  Throw her a bone; a trunk full of

Susan Musgrave writes violets into my dreams that leave me flush alone in a field with rows of chiseled stone  and flowers, strewn by the wind  mauve, magenta, yellow, fuchsia, and persimmon orange i long to lie in a room near the click of her typewriter keys, keys that transform  into

It’s getting hard,  For real now.  You know that- What? Right?   She wants to paint you,  Her decalcomania,  Colors bleeding like tears.  You know that- Why? Right?  A flood’s coming soon,  Dark water rising,   Choking her whispered fears.  You know that- Where? Right?  Save her, please,  Before she sinks,   Drowning

On the edge of a fading shore where the words were heard no more  they searched for it, and there it lay trapped in ink, that vanishing rhyme.  Their tongue still stirred to speak familiar, they tried just lasting two seconds they said the elders knew it well  so far