The blush
When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)
Hemoglobin
Bubbles are venous in the red river’s valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]
In the wet of dream
In the wet of dreamshe rides on the rocking horse,gloves the mast of sleep. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/ju_turner-12230830/ ]
Entrapped
Once the eyes were closed,grey clouds were brought to boiling.Insular, all else.
The glutton (haiku)
I am of the cave Vying for creature comforts A thumb sucking babe
Your age (a haiku)
Everything gets thin Faulty ice on which we stand; the shields of the heart.
Eyrie (a haiku)
Creepers of sunfire paint the unmoving mountain, awake its eagles.
martians
It’s a strange thing- I know Phobos and Deimos, those named moons of Mars.
A haiku
You put on those airs Tripping the light fantastic Falling down the stairs
Mania (a haiku)
Stop chewing on stones for they will soon turn to teeth and heighten your pain
Fetish for the unknown (haiku)
a white roof on a green barn passed so quickly, and too soon leaves, in afterimage, universes of regret
