Originally posted on iggandfriends:
The forest has been uprooted. The trees of the sea lie along the tide line. A sprawling mass of glossy green brown, fronds spread out, intertwined. Kelp, wrack, furbelows. A solitary kelp languishes halfway up the beach. Clinging firmly on to the rock, it lies hopefully. Waiting for the next tide…
Monthly Archives: April 2013
A Cricket Kicks Often
farmer market two teddybear’d cholla’d in clay they’re ahead aboard flotilla’d & sing lullably they only know foreword through two go o’er illustrative merry ’round calliopi a little beyond
Swarms Childe
lief the lone bee sow nothing to gather an a solitario river wide sole forth& adrift in yore hand arock a moss tender nest a freedom aknee the kist of the centuries a member itself
How May I
Tess tell me truly who are you now they are gone a trail’d morrow amid night within a bole burrow’d circl’d town every nightshade glow warm a June bug all’fours an orphan flew in a flute song the reeds
Cedarny Relkhorn
why is a sky thin switch through a hay low west watch needlepoint window thimble darner egg hold in stock a yard all phlox open a locket which two a penny an epaulet orchard ear’d nothing more nearest
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