ABANDONED HOUSE by Victoria Nations Abandoned house with Sun bleached board face Drooping and gapped from Years and years of rain and heat Crinkled so it Cracks, so its Filmed windows tilt Up at the corners Gabled window Turned up and Still cute after all these years Mostly centered over the Black double doors Falling … Continue reading Abandoned House – A Love Poem
CLATTER by Victoria Nations The whine of wind pushing the The clatter of palm fronds and The clacking of bluejay beaks on The scritch of roach legs against The rustle of leaves caught in the Damp Dark Boot jacks Reach your hand in there I dare you
THERE ARE GHOSTS IN THE GROVES (I) Victoria Nations There are ghosts in the groves, and some call me to come, and others warn me away, and they whisper when they think I notice them, and most of the time I ignore them, but sometimes their voices spark memories that are too clouded to call … Continue reading There Are Ghosts In The Groves (I)
I go to the bookshelf and take off no clothing and take down a book and strip myself bare I go to the bookshelf and surrender on my knees, raise arms in supplication and roll my eyes up I go to the bookshelf and lean bodily against it and rub my face on it, purring … Continue reading I Go To The Bookshelf
Catbriar lies there, seemingly innocuous, but suddenly wraps itself around your ankles and digs its thorns in as you lift your foot. I grew up calling it cypress vine, for how it snakes across the forest floor and climbs up the tree trunks. Bright green tendrils with tiny thorns become woody ropes as it gets older. I smile … Continue reading Cypress Vine and Muck
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