Language dreams – verbs dashing over the landscape of human thought. Pungent petunias grow along the borders of my knowing. Math has always been an honest enemy, language a lying, lascivious friend. What does English see when she closes her lavender eyes? Beneath her lashes, nouns cavort like bacteria, so small and yet so vital to life as we know it. The great pronoun stalks among the verbage, the 9th letter of an alphabet intimate and exotic. But the greatest pronoun, the capital H pronoun, skips through space time looking for nouns who need prayer.
Day: May 4, 2026
Invaded Empathy
The tide brings in a panorama of the future, a tableau of aliens celebrating our last tree. The forest in my mind is talkative. The chilling woods of my childhood beckons. Sometimes I walk away from my softened body, and float my personality like a pet balloon among the piercing stars. But on the shore of the land my great great great great great grandma tamed, an image of a metallic future of sleeping earth and invaded empathy.
My Body
My body is a soft petting zoo. My husband cleans his feral wife with kisses day after day. Wandering across the house, sailing over waves of pain, I search for my glowing glory. My body is a plush country of purpose. My breasts conceal secrets. Under his hands I feel my blood pulse to a spicy rhythm. My body is juicy like a 1990s waterbed, squeezing, bouncing, and always a little wet and tacky. He loves me when I bloom like a rose in the hothouse of seismic love he built for me with his gentle hands.
Miniature Moon 