praise
to the mountain
trees carpeting her fertile slopes

praise
to the trees
green finery’d by abundant springtime rains

praise
to the insects
within mossy branches interlope

praise
to that nameless, absent one
when wilt thou awaken from thy slumber?

and i went down
down, down
down to the sodden lowland waters
to converse with the nixie sprites

and the hanging diamond
spun shivering in the sky
everyone feels lovely
and they don’t know why

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diapers
baby formula
coconut creams
to ease the stretch marks
9 months from now
what consequences
of the boredoms of corona lockdown

shut up!!
these judgemental voices in my head
i need to write some stuff down
without your vocal pollution!

my pencil grew dull
so i paused
to pocketknife chisel
a sharper graphite point
as i finished this delicate task
i sensed a motion nearby
and glancing quickly about
i saw a chipmunk!
quick, jerky movements
fast as micro teleports
all furry stripes and bright eyes
head and tail twitching inquisitively
and i wished i had some food to share
but alas
all i had was cheap red wine
in a murky green bottle
with a screw top cap
as i took another sip
the chipmunk blinked in a flash
to a stump by the mystery backpack
the backpack!!
our curiosity ached with a dark longing to know
the chipmunk scolded me, urged me on;
“let’s see what’s in the backpack, human!”