spiny arms and legs you lurk hiding in corners and basement stairs perhaps you were made to creep and scare even the bravest of men in the dark

Tears with held Pain suppressed Day and night filled with worry.        Contemplation accompanied by lack of rest Everyone oblivious.                            While I cling to anonymity and borrowed happiness

An unusual spider, pure white it was, came to our garden this year and spun a web, a cloud hung in a carrageenan hedge, a late snow that fell during a night when words weren’t enough. And as you paced alone you recalled an offered…

  Red wheel barrows, ice-cream emperors And Lucy half-hidden by a mossy stone— English majors don’t live by bread alone. Engineering pays more than half our rate, But Humanities more than compensate. Overlook those part-time jobs adjuncts fill. Our imaginations are rich as well as…

my dear one you have such a large stack of books on top of you how did you end up crushed at the very bottom proof evidence that i have not held you in far too long neglect and i’ve gone unfed here we go…

“why?! why?! why?!” “What?” Then she tells me what. An unwelcome guest. In the shower. We live in the city and there are bugs. There are bugs where people are. Maybe people are bugs. (ever think’a that? No, you only think about yourself) I come…

The spider Eight legged tricky insect A wonderful sewer. Your webs serve inspiration to many To take up challenges for a better tomorrow Your bites are painful Your very sight sometimes cause distress But some other time it reminds me of Fearless journeys with nothing…

She grasps her white orb egg sac and runs for the cover of the rocks.   She has a brood, unlike me. I envy her, resting in naturalness, a kind of being I do not know.   I find her sisters hanging on to their…

Spider my love come to me while I sleep wrap your eight bristled legs around my naked body tenderly trailing your tiny claws across my bare skin. Shivers run through me as your pedipalps explore my curves and folds. I look into your eyes see…

The record shows he is to blame His calendar is now a loop Big mistakes put him to shame He feel like a big load of poop His friends told him that he should stop He wanted to keep turning up But every other week…