Something sweet peppers the spring air like that perfect lemon tint that drapes itself over summer days, unaware of the mental dazebrought on by winter coatsthreatening to zip me out of this universe. The fuzzy buds on the trees wiggle with the breeze, another sign of spring steeping,luring the black-capped chickadees to sing of the coming sunny days the kind…
Tag: Spring
Weightless
I’m starting to feel my toes again the feeling has returned to my ankles my shins my knees snaking its way around my waist, my ass up the middle of my back tracing my spine vertebrate by vertebrate, and occasionally gets stuck like an ascending wooden rollercoaster, jolting and threatening to dump me out of…
Parade of One
I dreamt that I was a parade with tiny flags in my hair and everywhere— I wrapped my streamers around you to pull you in, forgetting you weren’t a part of the spectacle, but what is a parade of one?
Why Pears 