May/June 2024

Blue Fear

The whispering light hangs in the shadowy trees As I fly down a golden path of fireflies Toward a pirate ship door handle that Slithers like an octopus tentacle in my palm, And I am filled with blue fear

Love & Soda

When Mom gets mad she explodes like Sprite When we get into a fight Still, her heart’s a shimmering waterfall of light