to immerse oneself in nature is to embrace all insects and accept that making your bed amongst them is the surest way to invite them into your bed

grandma in her rocking chair knitting sunflowers the color of cheddar cheese knitting sunflowers because that’s what she knew best to work on her knitting loom from where i lay on the rug the pattern seemed dark, distant space but when i squinted an oak…

grandmother weaves a story around her mother’s birth ten score years ago a little house a darkened room airless mud walls absorb and reflect the screams of a terrified young girl beads of sweat soaking the bedding leaving dark patches and finally the dai ma…

Why do they care for summer? Cicadas sing to bats who shriek, Searching for their meal this evening And they’ll find just what they seek A meal’s a bounty in Summer’s set The sun’s not set and will rise early Though Night complains you’re tired…

a slight wiggle a semi stretch my body tenses then releases wet water world slime slimy me skin slippery downy   curl up into a ball breathe in fluid in in no taste yet another wiggle move that knee grab the toe the big toe…

Hi, fellow marathoners! My name is Erin and this will be my second year participating in The Poetry Marathon! I am committed to the half, but we’ll see – maybe I have some extra words in me this year… 😉 I write mostly free verse…

I am the Benita Olika. Most days I’m more of a reader than a writer, on others I write more than I read. You’d most likely find me doing one of the two when I’m not working. This is something I’ve wanted to do for…