9. A Noiseless, Impatient Spider (apologies to Mr. Whitman)   some spiders fling their filaments and do not catch the other wall poor spider thinks maybe I didn’t need to get to the other side or (more often) thinks maybe I’m just not good enough…

I’ve barely eaten all day But it doesn’t matter I’very been hungry for hours now But it doesn’t matter I’ve made multiple plans in my head on what to eat But it doesn’t matter My soul finally feels fed I finally feel secure I have…

I stand proudly on the shore, sending out a beacon of light. A signal to the ships tossed by the sea, encouraging them to fight. I guide them in the darkness, carefully bringing them home. Promising them safe harbor, so they no longer need to…

What a wicked little beast you are Scathing glaring glass beady eyes Slobbering humongous fangs just waiting Waiting to sink into my flesh I abhor you and your hairy legs Yes, I’m scared of spiders But you, you are a nightmare of epic proportions I…

Strange how beautiful when we are diaphanous, a bit of ripped muslin…”For the Woman Who Danced With the Ashes of Her Son” from Washita by Patrick Lane   What makes us strange is the how and why of a beautiful we counted on when we…

  Legs and eyes Nothing in between Looks that kill Silk raven hair shining in the dark Lures you in Powerless You are hooked No intention of forever Yet there is no return Just a night Just a taste Fear not my friend You are…

Often, Black Widow, you emerge seemingly from the walls in the damp, dark, undisturbed coal room.   You couldn’t just enter the room. No, your eight legs swift in spurts of three.   One-two-three. Stop. One-two-three. Stop.   Your pregnant belly swollen. The red hour…

It is not to be asked It is earned, given without being asked to Respect begets respect You asked and it will served to you, reluctantly You don’t yet it will be handed to you without qualms And (not) vice versa. Giving respect to one…

If I write it it will come, tingle at my forehead, crawl over my ear. These days I walk calmly from the room I don’t run from the miniscule body of great fear.

I sit in my bathtub,  after a long hard day  to soak in my tired bones. Just then, I come across an arachnid with 8 legs making its way peacefully to weave a golden orb. Spidey spidey your golden orb is a work of art…