Author Archives: ayaladn

Chewer of pencils, eraser lips lead the tongu’d window sill’s saurus   to backyard hedges, the low starglow, as buoy bluest memory,   accedes a friendship to lonelier argosies of the dear land’s pens

‘I, Marionette… Walk me thru a mummery to the guillotine…   ‘It’s a bit wooden; should we use a trampoline…’ Ms Dubb…’& one net’   Otto is too hot, eyes a newt so not surprise tree frogs in a vine

Bibi’s one sarong Otto’s XL mu-mus ‘Not quite right…’, Ms Dubb   in gold gabardine disapproves the damascene, this lay btw   OK in a coop & atop a topograph, not the quiet type

For the old cargo, two halves a remember’d ship, nothing in the hull   as braids the camel’s back with sacks, a city more the way there convey   ’til a softness flows, the hoofprints, the caravans ‘thru the wide sands home

‘Its good you’re going this way to the blue valley on the horizon…’   Slow clouds cover that the other wood’d know, so small a feature,   ‘tho the farther reach was always fair before us, we wait to pre-pair