Mainly Cladding

my day-to-day is mainly cladding like the tie-dyed cloud scarfing last night’s moon call it misguided (my detailed examination of tree necks) but have you seen the loving press of grey rings soft and round as ghost kisses? I wish I could believe in spirits or at least in more than clock hands, their indelicate … Continue reading Mainly Cladding →

Locked in…

deep scuba sweep - generous void of undersea gloom down to strangled kelp and coral beaks’ nip. a clam’s stiff lips womp and steal my heart, blows hollow bubbles prismatic nothing ballooning in organ's place. meanwhile in sequestered dark, unforgiving ridges beat at my blood Written for dVerse's Quadrille Prompt "Heart"