At moonrise, balled emotionin my flocculent pocketunravels, creating constellationsfrom stars on my fingertips. In my flocculent pocket,a loose knit of present and past;from stars on my fingertipsa net across the sky is cast. A loose knit of present and pastunravels, creating constellations.A net across the sky is castat moon rise, balled emotion. Kim M. Russell, […]
Day: April 18, 2024
Cat Musings
If I were a cat who walks by herself,a shadow leaping from a fenceto luxuriate in the long grass,I would sniff flowers as I passed. I would greet you with a head butt,having left a gift on the door mat;however, you would not appreciate it,but grimace and refuse to eat it. You would fail to […]
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