Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
After the storm
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Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
Two tribes – In-laws and
Parents – force you to over-
eat, then watch TV.
Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
Happy, they’re kittens
fluffy and sweet. Mad, they’re all
claws, spitting, hissing.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Viriconium,
Gormenghast, Majipoor. Dark
journeys. Twisted dreams.
White has many shades.
Shadow blue, sunlit gold, grey
of approaching storm.
On weigh-in day I’d
inhale helium if it
would make me lighter.
Small delicate word
studies of a larger life
viewed by an artist.
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.