Even though I’m talking to you, Moon…do I believe you are listening? *** I am between relying on a planet and a moon right now…Neptune is a runner up, *** though pretty hard to pin down. Like you, so watery and sort of ADD when…

O moon, streaming moody, I peer up at your blank face lit by the reflecting sun, showing off craters and dust but no water, nor the color red— no shouting red-headed, red faced red eyes, red nightshade berries, nor red skies at night.  

The weather-witch speaks of secrets foretold, in shadows between washes of moonlight.   Sweetgums reach limbs, looming like gnarly arms over children who cry in fear, hide from long-fingered   twigs reaching to grab the backs of their necks as they walk the night. I…

The Moon has a Scent Virginia Carraway Stark Night blossoming Moon flower Palest ivory Lemon ice Scented jasmine The smell of water The heat of the night Secret oasis Bring me here again In your arms Hold me tight My heart is pounding Can you…