PenguinAttack

July The treehouse is pine wood pushed against itself like the tree, shaking in the wind, leafy and blossoming with rain and patches of frail cicada shells, it seeps maple ...

This thin-skinned offering White pawed monkies steal the almonds from my mother's tree - eco, eco, where are my leaves? and take them tooth by lip into their slim bellies, ...

That's right!

Okay folks – OMG A LONG POEM?!?!? – Don’t fret. This was written with Hannahbobannah and she has also posted this. You’ll notice some differences in my poem, this is ...

Hi Nate, When I click on the "X similar items" on my Feed, it will appear as though loading the section but nothing will happen, the link just disappears. I'm ...

And what is there but love that brought us here Her skirt is static, a brief cling of fabric that keeps everything motionless, paused on the edge of seat and ...

Summer Showers She stands barefoot, ankle deep in swirling debris. Rain pools at the base of eucalypts, the soft sieve of earth packed against the sleet, tight with heat as ...

Summer Aphids have discovered our lemon tree, small slits of hunger covering the hard shine of leaves, the lemons are untouched, and pull easily from the green tipped branches. When ...

This is the best I've seen of you. I look forward to the rest of the month.

Vertiginous: she stands waiting on – this ventricle's vertigo slithers. Key is keep on moving, she shakes, verbatim of her mother, plunging deep down, and it’s the vernacular of the ...

You have my permission to hate this. God. All kinds of permission. (I certainly do) Ghost Five lines down this black pitch the shoulder slips into nothing, grey-barked gums are ...

I'ma lock this for you, NH.

It's the first of April for me already, and I will post my very first poem in this post as an edit. Making the thread will force me to comply. ...

So very cool.

Hi Kyll. I’ll get straight to the point here; I don’t like this poem at all. I can see what you’re doing and how you’re doing it, but it’s not ...