Author Archives: ayaladn

silence on a stairwell landing, she said, ‘turn away’ at a door, an attic oriel, a crumble- sill at dawn’s lace stretcher dry as dust yet, tender air, ‘turn away’ & he did, a tilted flow o’er cobble laid alleyways, to a galleon

she may spell chlorophyll, bye & bye, dressing in a chitterling over stew, she may take a punch or two into a living room & kick a door or stop it, & she’ll never drop it, china cups & saucers; she’ll stand at the window when they’re not watching

what shall bee, as you like it, ‘forage numbers’ on the coast of floers & content without induce a rest, or how to fit it in empty pocket too big a microscope even ‘tho there holes & shovels

one night for to as well & oasis a full rest conjunct below herself, old further from his prodigal addresses each stamp as patience & flexible, an eyelash the islands as disguised reveries could bark should wait