Once I dreamt I was the snow
that covered all the town
with a comforter on each roof,
a blanket on each lawn.
I let a white cat of snow
stretch on every branch,
each berry got a hat
as soft as wool,
and inside every silent room
bells were ringing WHITE,
WHITE, WHITE, WHITE.



*by  Siv Cedering Fox

Slippery roads throwing you off track,
falling backwards, flat out on your back.
Sights and sounds fading out;
                   down for the count.

Sleep tight and eat right.
Spend each night thinking about
                                  the right track
Track your steps back through
the slushed snow and gravel dusted road.

Your abode; long gone, burnt black from
firey lights shone bright through the fog of dawn.
No more thoughts of home,
                                                 just the road to roam.

So delicious, ah delicious
I cannot help but eat
mozzarella, Monterey,
I'm turning into cheese

Cheese is oozing from my skin
it's dripping down my knees,
the thing I loved, I ate so much
the cheese has mastered me!

He is my least favorite vegetable.
                                                   
                       No amount or level of preparation makes him taste better:
Boiling-
brings out his bulbous, insipid ego
the texture of his flamboyant ignorance.

when I timorously sip him in soups or broths,
his oozing insidious misogyny
contaminates my blissful dining, contorts any ingredients still pure.

I fry him, striving to remove the  
excess of impertinence which
permeates the oxygen I feebly inhale.
but he evades my maneuvers:
usurps bliss and violates all semblance of tranquility

I cannot prevail
against the throb of his assaulting narcissism

I must instead attempt
to comment
(arduously, fraudulently)
on the delicate iridescence of his silkily mucoused membranes
and admire deftly
his indefatigable ventures to pervade my
every.
serenity.

The uncomfortable smile
that you wear on your face
Your self confessed klutzness
and perceived lack of grace

The things that you say
and the things that you do
are just some of the things
I like about you

Like the stillest of waters
you run so deep
and the words that you share
are the treasures I'll keep

You're honest and modest
and fragile yet strong
and yet so uncertain
of where you belong

Let go of your past
leave your baggage behind
and trust in your heart
and just see what you find

You may be surprised
at how good things can be
If you let yourself go
let yourself become free