#microcosm
I watch her land on the rain damped earth,
after she flutters down from the sky's cloudy wreath,
those smooth femur hinds, tarsals tapering thin,
and an abdomen swaying with her cursorial gait,
is perched on a frame, slender as a knitting pin,
two mandibles arched to kiss her lover its fate.
those pointed eyes, like a pair of net veiled pearls,
and tween them, rustle two long segmented curls,
her feet part ground when her wings spread in grace,
and she opens her arms wide, before a deadly embrace.
who would have thought this petite flower nymph,
would be cleaning her arms with a maxillary comb,
after staining flower beds with a shower of hemolymph,
and clicking in content, having sated her carnal womb.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
The endless sky beyond
is impossible to see,
so I looked instead
into the world of microorganisms
living in a puddle at my feet.
Watching them rush about,
I thought—
We worry about tomorrow’s weather,
while they are absorbed
in what is right in front of them.
From where you are,
you cannot see my face.
—Ah, I see.
Perhaps our world, too,
is nothing more than
something simple like this,
after all.
水たまりの宇宙
あの果てしない空の先は
見ることができないから、
足元の水たまりにいる
みじんこの世界をのぞいてみた。
忙しなく営む彼らを見て、思う。
明日の天気を考える僕らと、
目の前のことに夢中な彼ら。
君たちからは、
僕の顔なんて見えないだろう。
——ああ、そうか。
もしかしたら僕らの世界も、
ただ、
シンプルに
そんな感じなだけなのかもしれない。
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
orb weaver
spinner of dreams
creator of gossamer
your fragile web is
deceptively strong
drops of dew gather
like strands of precious gems
while you reap the harvest
of unsuspecting prey
like ripe fallen fruit
enchanting snare
captivating tangle
microcosm of life
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
While you sat at that corner
singing all your praises
over the cosmic and summer
I was at the other corner
listening to the words of your
worry and wonder.
I must have loved you
like how I adore my paracosm,
like how I need a microcosm.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
His breath is a breeze with lungs that bellow the fire of his
senses or soul.
His veins are like vines that spread out like a growing tree.
His blood a river that nourishes his inner nations.
His eyes are like galaxies with black holes at center that
consume and expand on interest. The soft sand or soil of
his skin bear mineral within (bone).
He is composed of the same amount of water as the planet he indwells.
In him, neurons that harness the power of electricity.
They say nature vs. nurture yet nature nurtures us, and so we strive to nurture nature. Like the symbiotic nature of Mother and child.
And so we are nature in its many ways, the systemic nature of the universe.
Composed into one being.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
I’m sorry
my job
does not
seem
important.
But we are
different
species
of insect
that bite:
a honey
bee and
a gadfly.
one defends
the hive —
its
reason
to survive.
the other feeds
directly
from the
blood of life.
Nice to
meet you.
Sorry for
*******
away
your time.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC