send help now

Smoke Tree Ring

There’s something in the smoke tree
Something caught—taut, unnatural.
Something fierce but frozen in time.
Where’s Poppa, where’s Nanny?
Where’s Justus, where’s Ma?
Light swells but the sun’s
Gone dark.
. . .

smoke tree image: p. remer

What I’m Reading:

“‘Dystopia’ is a word that no longer means anything when everything is already worse than we ever could’ve imagined it would be.”

— Coleman Spilde / “The Last Thing the World Needs Is More ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
This entry was posted in Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s