content warning: none! just a nice pleasant little diddy about the stars :3 I know little about constellations but their stories are, in some ways, also mine. It is true that across all the world’s nations, the stars in the sky align. The world spins,…

Enamored of the woods long before I came to know, love Robert Frost As a boy I knew contemplative pull of woods ‘lovely, dark and deep’ I had trod same, worn paths in summer not until I was well an adult did I discover The…

My friend, do not fear what lies ahead of you Do not let nightmares of impending doom Mar your sleep of the just, Let not the world’s disdain and disowning of you, Become a dreaded refrain, whispering in your ears, Remember Between the woods and…

How did you get so Red? Did careless painted hills shove you to the side?   Wonder! beauty! when You burst a vessel, reaching For freedom’s blue sky   Did you bleed out or Simply lost some leaves that had Faded to fuchsia?

Why do they care for summer? Cicadas sing to bats who shriek, Searching for their meal this evening And they’ll find just what they seek A meal’s a bounty in Summer’s set The sun’s not set and will rise early Though Night complains you’re tired…

Collective mind, a hive mind. Working together, everyone pulling their weight. No job unimportant, no one unneeded. A perfect society, a perfect life.

Run run run Feel strained feet Breathe breathe breathe Feel growing heat Push push push Sweat cold shiver Drip drip drop Wash away the dust

It’s a balancing act Both motherhood and the stairs. We teeter Tiny fingers wrapped around grime Covered metal bars. You don’t touch those You touch the rail But the rails eludes her, Even on her tippiest toes. Also, the choice: Grime or germs. My hand…

First off, you think you’d go to her tell her you love her. Drive bike pogo walk if you had no other way. & you don’t need any form of reciprocation, just a lack of regret when it all comes crashing down.   Then you’d…

L-plate hitch-hiker not sure what Ryan thinks he’ll do now he’s clinging — to the edge of one of those things — while it might’ve seemed an excellent idea inside his scattergun brain we never discussed — now — this moment as white metal — rises —…