Poetry In Motoring
Sidewalk sessions in Asheville.
(Truckstop Postcards, Part II)
Turista d’la Bohemia but in Appalachia with a funky playlist.
Tag: Nia’s Charts
Carefully kept notes, maps, and charts strewn about Nia’s side of the library.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits ain’t never made a man— True, however Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas, done already had at least one Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim.
An Unfinished Letter
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
Hobbit Synopsis
I’d recommend an epipen if you think spider bites might rile your allergies.
Musie’s Weatherman
Musie, Happy Birthday! Sorry for the commas; trying to get my claws anchored into something…
To True A Wheel
I ran my bicycle smack dab into the backend of a parked Buick once
Mari’s Shoestring
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
Refletched & Reloaded
Went shootin’ carp in the park with Cupid. O, Musie, what fun!
Dearest Vestina,
A word with no twig is a bird.
The Locksmith
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim
Is The Sky
My father is the fisherman
Vassal of Poseidon’s tides
Older than Ulmo, older than Nereus
He is The Depths of the primordial seas