the sweet pleasure of reading a book under the blankets hiding it from the roving parental eye open the covers to the thrill of the chase the light of the flashlight of imagined worlds for nocturnal eyes. A mere bloody sacrifice of sleep.

Eternity Now I don’t know what I want but I want it now You never live once failure is the only option turn around and say goodbye to your Euridice seize the death Death to your answers evermore evermore endless summer and blessed night

Too tired to move Staring at wood spider’s web Intricate doily Diane Morinich

Different looks and poisons Make your web, unique and mighty  Curiosity draws them near you Fear, or respect, run them away  Simple yet complex Perfect and flawed Irresistible and undesired  Daunting and appealing  Eight legs, one spider Real or fake is a powerful tike jj2017

I first noticed her web in the apple tree after the rain, holding droplets and waving like a flag in the breeze after the storm, a misleading wave like surrender when it is all really a trap and it isn’t sunlight captured in those droplets…

love is more thicker than forget BY E. E. CUMMINGS love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all…

Be a nurse her family persuaded. The Future looks secure in a medical career, girl There’s no money in art or writing or in Acting. She followed their dream; in the Unsettled struggle that came, her glass Was empty more than full in the end. The…

Iridescent, invisible strands of webbing are affixed to the taillight and bumper of the old car in the space next to mine. The round brown body of the small spider patrols the web looking for passengers or any others waiting for a ride.

It starts with the letter “A ” And sings like a bird I don’t know from whence it came but to follow it I went down Oops! I didn’t mean say,  “What the…..” l’ll turn around now and the other way walk.   Credit: Emily…

We pushed our eager way through the stormy November dusk to keep our father company on his evening walk. The cattle that he went to check that night moved slowly through a sloping, generous field once full of rich grass, thickening hedges and bright summer…