“🌱🔆🌹”
When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …
Category Archives: the forty-two
flammable
my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
Saudade /souˈdädə/, noun:
A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …
a love letter to some nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
adjective noun verb
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
Haiku Manquant
land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah
Haiku Farfelu
grapevine our swingset
coy summer breeze blows on by
your silhouette sings
Haiku Espérant
a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together
Haiku Torride
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
Haiku Ravissant
in the field she sways
dress bright, wildflower spray
my muse, she dances
Haiku Dosée
two souls side by side
fingers laced breath matched in time
her face is music
Tricks and Trade Secrets
Tricks and Trade Secrets by Zac Oberg I moved to the high school that I graduated from halfway through junior …
Haiku Flambé
shivers in the sheets
tittilating fingertips
ravish me, darling
this is my truth
How do you help those who do not ask for help? the stagnant stench of well wishes left out to …
Derecho
“Derecho. No, it’s not the new item on the menu at Taco Bell,” the man on the radio says in …
The Videogame that Saved my Life
Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …
The Many Hats of Zac
Three months ago, I was a kid. Today, I’m a kid. Three years from now, I’ll still be a kid. …
Urban Exploring (lost in a concrete jungle)
This post is written in response to Daily Prompt – The Zone. — I love the damp smell of a …
G-d and his g-d d-mn l-m-ns
Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …
my riposte to a genius
A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …
Elsie Recktenwalt, my blogger
Don’t blog me, blogger. I’ll blog you til’ kingdom blog, blogger. It’s all about the blog, don’t you blog? What …
obsessive
I have an obsession with non sequitur. There. I said it. Whew. Now I can go on with my life, …
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