a primitive hunger that cannot be / satiated with small brown bits of kibble
Stunning abstract pointilist painting by Tiamet “Ti” Webb, with several close-ups.
honeyed skin // pressed tight / slick
I have never felt more like a tourist / as when taxied in the streets of my birthplace
Scoop the mixture of split peas, water, your aunt’s eyelashes into your hands.
I looked up information on cardinals, and when I found out that cardinals didn’t migrate, that you could have generations of the same cardinal family in your yard…
This recipe is adapted from a common cookie recipe available online. It has no set ingredients.
I could say I wasn’t like this, / that love isn’t so pavlovian
tonguing my anger, briefly animal
I am told, where I now stand, serpent is God of water and before time…