December 18, 2021
December 11, 2021
For a time, it seemed
the silence was forged
in fog, compressing the
tides as if a block of wax
was warmed and spread
out to the horizon.
December 4, 2021
I notice him perched on my windshield
as I drive the boys home from school:
His legs like violin bows folded,
black drupelet eyes alert, antennae erect.
Perfect posture, perfect tranquility.
December 2, 2021
“I personally adore almost anything fantasy or science fiction, and have a hard time sticking with a book that has no magic unless it’s an alternate world or universe. I think stories with a romantic plot, and even sub-plot, are drastically overdone and cliché, and eagerly search for books that focus less on the fictional idealised notions of love.”
November 20, 2021
There is this passage, this song of creation that even babies utter praise and worship the King. Why not a fish who coughs up a coin?...why not horses…?
November 13, 2021
November 10, 2021
These poems were written from the core of Misha’s being. Raw and beautiful, often moving the reader to the point of tears. I couldn’t put it down.
October 23, 2021
"Many call you various names, but hearing the rustle of leaves in your coat, I called the mottled gold light, Rufus."
October 9, 2021
September 25, 2021
She knows her name
but refuses to come.
She flicks tail
and brushes legs.
She knows her worth
she knows her value.
She’s mean and cranky
yet she’s loved...
September 11, 2021
September 4, 2021
