No ink on my body but ink’s in my blood the smudge on my left hand is a badge a tat of ink creased into my skin a sign of the writer’s blood within me. M.B.B.10/28/19
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light-bulb trees
the trees glow with light-bulbs swinging down from their branches shimmering with fresh dew,the electricity snapping like twigs.pumpkin spicesfill the autumnal air as old bulbs break and twinkle to the ground the shards litter a carpet of their red, yellow, and orange pieces on the concrete floor, creating a kaleidoscope pathway for urban morning strollers.Continue reading “light-bulb trees”
Afloat
you keep me afloat as we drift through choppy knives of blue-green waters,the sea-salt stinging like a ray you hold my numb hand,thick and calloused at the knuckle, when our small boat takes on icy water, burbling up from a hole in the hull you promise me, “it will be alright,” through the forest’s coldContinue reading “Afloat”
tiny trees
tiny trees listen bending their branches toward the hikers traipsing through the earth, walking the paths carved by nature lovers who took only photos & left only footprints M.B.B.4/9/19
