virtual summit best-of-the-best congregate but none wear trousers
By Morgana Miller2 years ago in Poets
warm up with haiku, word juice like crisp mountain dew. ahh—now i can write.
A mountain don’t care a lick ‘bout safe buildin’ codes. Mudslide, any time!
Drank the summit sun, danced—a cactus bit my leg. Hobbled down, humbled.
i swallowed acid at the top of a mountain and then became it
nightfall surprises; hide in your crumbling jaws and wait for the dawn.
10,000 gouges where raindrops ripped your face off. THINK YOU'RE STRONG, MOUNTAIN?
let’s shelter tree roots in verdant shocks of thick moss— make mountains for fae!
I tore out my wall, let in purple range, pink sky. HOA fined me.
eww, stinky pressboard. i'd climb a whole ass mountain for a sniff of pine.
creativity: a long climb on jagged cliffs, then—ahh—a river!
All that muddy paint where the shadowed hills should be fucked up this mountain.