The Lugworms’ Lament

Foam of sun-sparkled morning tide silvers sea-side beachcombers’ treasures: wave-whipped windswept strands strewn with jettisoned jewels, jelly encrusted with shell grit and grains of sand. Brackish bladderwrack, entangled like rubber bands, vesicles gasping, protuberant thyroid glands, flutter flirty flimsy fronds, release gametes in a dioecious dance of fertilisation. All the while we humble lugworms, the […]

The Lonely Vampire’s Lament

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #103 In the shadows, I await The creaking of the garden gate, With my tendency to hallucinate In my isolophilia.   The scalding sunlight makes me sick, Bubbles my skin like vinyl mosaic, But my passionless life will be over quick In my isolophilia.   And then, in the […]