The runes I carve into my skin for healing are your name.
Swamp Sludge Mountain Crust River Fingers Reaching
Reaching Fingers River Crust Mountain Swamp Sludge
You Are Here
Note: Didn’t get around to writing a micropoem for yesterday (gasp!) because I was driving all day to go see Mr. J (hooray!) I drafted this poem in my head while I was driving. For those of you not familiar with my work, I write weird poems about roads and roadkill. Long car rides across state lines are always inspiring.
Note x2: It’s a little longer than a “traditional” micropoem.
Be careful of her legs they’re the only ones she has.
The door was green.
Now it’s night
and the stars are singing
emptiness is the night.
Note: I loved planting snapdragons and daffodils with my mom when I was a kid. Now I leave all the gardening to her because I kill every plant I touch now. (Except for that one bougainvillea that might be a mutant or an alien.)
Note x2: getting these poems out later than I wanted to this week because I am finishing up my draft of Moon Shine! Next month it gets edited and then released in May. I can’t believe I’m still on schedule.
of the storm.