#flash55
I lap from puddles,
tasting of blistered bark,
teeth green from the moss
deer abandoned.
Fed the fire with Walden,
Its spine snapped
like a rabbit’s neck.
Ash branded my palms
with unread philosophy.
Soon it will be winter.
I’ll freeze stiff: a fallen carcass.
Unless poems hatch inside me,
larvae splitting bone from within.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
Our bear
smells like an old cottage rug;
is partial to sleep
and us
and loaf
and jug.
Our bear
dreams of honey hives;
leaves the shine of
Ursa Major
and Minor
in our eyes.
Our bear
is our bruin castle keep;
we whisper in his ears
one left
one right
constellated, constant, sweet.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
Living half in memory
stitched with fragile thread.
Waiting on replies
to pledges never said.
Held the hands of storms,
drunk on joy and fear.
Kissed through rain,
like lovestruck fools
when endings felt too near.
left some names behind,
held a few too close,
one who lit the match,
one who loved us most.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
imagining connections loosened
letterer’s preparation for goldleaf,
laws to be obeyed, terminii preset,
lies left being for the good of the laborer,
letters re-being said with no hint at right,
privilege to publish, let be made already
for any curio’s spirit aspiring sameness,
fifty-five words, commas not counting,
letters informing ideas as words.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC