The LOON
So, Where is it then
My silvertine friend
She said to a raven
She said to a loon
Category: Riffs & Poetry
Riffs, raps, song, ink slung to a righteous bass line, and possibly a poem or two.
Tea Time with Nia
a clock over the mantle and a clock over the kitchen, the rest of the house oblivious to time but for the paint cracking outside,
Nia’s Summons
Just because
Keeping track of Timelords
As a shepherdess should
Is what she does.
344 Words, More or Less
All I know about these things is less is more. Subject, verb, then object if any. Stop. Have a breath. Must remember to breathe. Use few. Few as possible. Flammable. The more you know the less you use. Careful with kindling. Do not ignite. Less flammable out There when they …
Truckstop Postcards
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Dear Ms. Rice,
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
Silk City
We could write poetry about pie
all night long at the diner
Diner Cake
I love the things that come spilling in
over the booth with the coffee
and the cake at the diner.
To Do:
You’re getting there, Vessel
Give until you have nothing
But space to receive
IDK
I don’t know what thinkers do
but if nebulae were cubes
I’d be a physicist I think