9 Planets

all my pressed petals for you grief arrives barefoot,feral, gripping tight your throat —a spirit bereftprompt: “grief arrives barefoot” poet: loisofthehearth (instagram)

friends, it’s that time again! this year’s challenge will be a bit more low-key. i’ve made this announcement elsewhere but not on the blog: i’m having open heart surgery at the end of the month! but until then, there’s plenty of poetry to keep me busy. so without any further ado, here is the first haiku of july! inspired by the prompt “l is for the way we linger” from lovewithalyssa on…

bug face

primary/primary asters in the sun transformation

just thiswe sitside by sidein companionable silenceat the edge of the world;my head on your shoulder,we breathe in timeand watch the stars fallinto the inky ocean

oh, hello the last time i printed my poems, it was on a dot matrix printer 👵🏼 i have them in a folder and yes, some of them are still attached to one another!🫟 collection work begins in earnest, a little later than i anticipated. (and now further delayed because i ran out of INK)🫟 theme? love and longing in a time of despair ❤️⏳🫟 it’s entirely DIY and mostly a challenge to myself. i truly hope i…

what an endless malaise, this lifefull of sinners and saintsgod dressed in ragsburied beneath rubblea double rainbowa field of flowers noddingunder a golden sun

🌅 desire is a sunriseblood orange trailing acrossthe face of nighthe is a silver stallionveins standing likemountain ridges dividinghis territorieshe rampages across the hours whereno sun touches my facethrough the fires of dawnsilver coat gleamingiridescent in the first golden rayof light

te espero i saw you in the sand todayperched on the thin lipof a shell the sizeof my pinky nail you were waiting for the surf to sweep you away

i wear your medallion around my neck devotion pours from every cella deluge of worshipthe unworthy bathed in the sapphire tearsof a holy goddess

love is rebellion – jeff buckley

making an electronic baby *as soon as i figure them out

not a pretty girl thirty-one flavors.one less than ani but stilla damn fine bargain

migratory birddo you feel the shifting wind?chase the horizon