Raindeer

12. Today is a desert. The sun and the earth play off one another; the gravitational force is strong My weight against the earth is equal to that of the ...

11. Meditation in the grape fields Meditation in the grape fields, where the grapes capture worries like bubbles. bubbles that scrub away grime, until there’s nothing left but a calm, ...

10. Hyacinth Hyacinth grows in the heart of music, art, and blooms from the palms of the past. Hearts crack when the clouds split, when guilt and sorrow eat at ...

9. A lyre sits beside me tonight, Mystical song, A low flutter, Golden strings that strum in the shape of hearts.

8. matter The clock chimes twelve on a depressing dim night, as a letter on parchment curls and disappears into nothing; matter is neither created nor destroyed, she remembers, but ...

7. Their jawlines are soft. They watch over him, Angelic, wet drapery, carved from marble by a Greek artist’s hand. Soft lines drawn. Their words are purposeful, they watch over ...

6. Euterpe the notes of her flute are ducks in a flower field, a creek glinting in afternoon daylight, a fleeting fairy tale. euterpe finds a place, one day: some ...

hi Que!! well, I LOVE zugzwang v. I listened to your recording after reading and I just love the play with sounds in the poem through rhyme and similar sounding ...

@whatchamacallit thank you for your comment!! i really appreciate it:) i'm especially glad you liked the last stanza of #4 b/c that's one I enjoyed writing 5. blooms hands, washed ...

4. This house is empty, empty like a cup of day-old tea. full enough you could take the tiniest sip of cold bitterness, sunken sugar crunch. There is no one ...

3. I wait, at the tightrope, wait for the rigidity of my balance to snap me solid. calm. I wait for the instruction of the director, waiting waiting waiting waiting ...

2. Thalia Oh Thalia’s got a knack for the wit and pun, for the quick of thought and the way tears run I watch her from afar, as her jokes ...

1. there lies a wavering shore somewhere in the backlog of my dreams where the water wobbles and laps quietly, nervously, against the sand

oh boy ! napo 2021: Clio's inertia goal: 15 poems gonna be juggling this with camp nano:) Her dress is a patchwork pattern, of war and peace and silky satin. ...

That's so cute!!! Thank you.