Poem of the month

To the thicker 

To the thicket 

To the thickness 

With a quickness 

With a beast beside you 

A green monster inside 

who? 

I stare into the eyes of my devourer and my pray 

Prey some other colors during war 

For some savior 

during famine 

During the absence of hunger and the passing of ships in the daytime 

In Nighttime there are only empty lovers 

Curled like pencil shavings and electronic hums

Curled like hairy fish in a tin 

I love 

I love the different versions of us, this marriage tome

This fertile womb 

This shedding eye

Story 

Pot 

Pan 

Spatula 

Jung said there’d be days like this 

And everyone is terrible 

Still puddling in the mud

As I crawl back to the people, their circles, to Service 

How long 

How long 

How long till we can be together again 

“Reunited” by rebecca s'manga frank, at the closing of Frankenstein  6/27/25