Author Archives: ayaladn

I’ve never seen a baby bee, well, maybe on TV, or a chilly bear bark at candlewax, when a bucket froze, to think of thaw or more a swan, than icy cloth’d presume a moth a January pond, a fish-hook flown the evening pole as postulate, as moonlight leant a honeyed glance

I took a picture on an inclination from the tinctures in decline a quoin’s abbreviat’d shadow on Venetian glass, a capricious blue upon a caravel, ‘tho I sent it by horse to Ecuador

a cochlear coast as a bored wall, glossopharyngeal as jealousy lists, on the QT, yellow- press’d telemetrics, to a Pythoness in bullae and boas, a Ms q.v. afloat a proa to Java

as autobiotic potential, as a stampede over a crawl, wherever are, to search a sofa remote as a coin, to soften want of the last drop less friendly

loss of less on reduction as essential survival of accidence, a tale over the wait’s worth, to whom, maid concern’d, a childe assents