Scent of Nostalgia

 

Unfolding the centifoliate
Rose, all the way

Back to the singular one.

No Man's Land

Dear Mom and Dad:

Wherever we lie,
The land never

Lies between
The lines.

Definitely Not Lemmings #21

My thanks to Lizeta for signing on as DNT #21! From what I've been able to find out (not much), she's an avid bicyclist and hails from my old neck of the woods, Washington State.

Chowing Down at the Wall Street Mission House

It is not easy to make a simile go on all fours.
—T.B. Macaulay

Like holy mackerel, there—
On all fours, ravenous

Biblical winged in
Sects eating the floor!

The Poet Transmuted

—after Aesop


Crow over

Me with worm
In air do I look

Like a fox.