Fiction

There are witches who live-
In the woods
Also crossing busy streets,
They weave their way
Between city and field-
Both good and bad

Like that one on the black bridge,
Our grandmothers and aunties warned us,
She sucks blood and eats young children
Grabbing girls with jagged claws
Nailing boys with curved toes
Pulling them to her maw Continue reading “Fiction”

Autumn’s Fancy

Autumn’s full of flair,
Shaking out her crimson hair,
Fancy, she sipped tumblers filled
With sunlight that in summer spilled,
And now she beams while letting go
Ablaze before the fall.

Woodpecker

The woodpecker way,
Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden,
Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness
But to get through layers
Where necessary nourishment lives,
One feeding the other,
In the movement a transference
Of information,
Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic
Dancing to a drilling drum beat
The woodpecker way.

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