hey so yeah my birthday in winter kinda technically late autumn and for a long time I really dreaded the day aging wasn’t so bad, but the performative bullshit was far too heavy
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour 12 Nonet – Evening Star
My own Lampropeltis getula Hungry little scaly sass-snek Lover of mice and rangoon Why rattle, Vesper love, When nothing’s to fear? Hide in my hands, My feisty Evening Star.
No No Nonet
Mitch Brown Hr 12 No No Nonet The written word speaks loud to the herd Our attempts to entertain them We speak and try,make them cry Or give them hearty laughs Attempts we have made Some are a shade A few words Can mean Much
Yuletide Fib
Yule Cold Longest Night of the year. We gather our wood, to burn through the long cold night.
Now (Hour 12 Half Marathon 2021)
Now (Hour 12 Half Marathon 2021) What kind of world do we live in now? All kinds of red lines in the sand. Wind blows sand and line away. What don’t they understand? Our destiny Lies beyond thought Hand grips if Not now When
The Cure
Walking a mile most days this plague year past my workshop and out the gate down to the mailbox cluster and the butterbur patch and up the steep hill familiar yet different up I go
Prompt 12
I will be discovered in hiding opening my eyes to brightness A distant stranger to me lives within my soul parts I have not seen her Its been some time since we have been one whole
Captured moments – Hour 11
Sun drenched fields The smell of pine in the air Patches of goldenrod everywhere Laughing and holding hands
Hour 12-Nonet
I glide in mercilessly unknown Caught in a scream of circumstance Obliterating starlight Beguiling my torment Stealing from myself Glad to be free Lifeless, cold Dying Eye
Playground
I’m performing poetry at the Playground. They say anything goes. I wonder if they know… Special K is here to dominate this thing!