speculum
to Me
speaks:
“I
… Am”
“I
… Am”
some nights
I speak in the tongues
of thunder
of lightning
of boiling rock
and lash fear
into the beholders
but in th’ end
the rest
who live upon Me
Me—their hallow’d Earth
will be overjoy’d
for I am still
Alive
Captured this guy on the inside of our den’s sliding screen door. He was about 8 inches long. Our 2-yr-old cat, Logan, catches and brings home up to three of these a day. He lets them loose for a bit, continues to chase them, and eventually kills and partially eats them. Fortunately for some of these guys we are able to rescue and resettle them to a safer environment. But our neighborhood is abundant with lizards and birds. (He caught a pigeon today. Feathers everywhere in my tool shop, where our cat’s access door is located.) Such is the hunter side of our loving pet.
(photo by my Godfather, Marcial Vito)
(Dreamcatcher craft by my neighbor, Etti)
Sun
heavy
sows
into vacuous Night
Stone
burdensome
melts
from scalding Womb
romances
first thalassic Beauty
Twig
tearful
respires
to herd
with Trees
of a Leaf
and soon
are We