Wednesday, July 6, 2022
The JUNGLE COILS
The jungle would open into a clearing and part of the lawn would turn into quicksand. We would take turns falling in. Sometimes a garden hose could be a vine for rescue, to climb hand over hand, or in another second, just when you thought you were safe, it would change into a snake and catch you in coils.
Sunday, July 3, 2022
A PAIL of EELS
They bump together, thin as weeds, almost translucent, holding onto each other like subway riders underwater.
Friday, July 1, 2022
SNAIL
So I go back and forth all day, back and forth drawing lines on the ground the way a snail will do when it runs on worries and I grow accustomed to the rocks and lilies on the path.
A WALRUS
I have never seen a walrus in the field. I’m sure the thought never crossed my mind before. Yesterday, it would have been a complete surprise to me if I saw one, but now I’m prepared…I feel like I’m just waiting to see a walrus.
Thursday, June 30, 2022
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