#ifnemfrog

a black shape wandering the cornfields
devouring delicious little animalsa

poem excerpt, rosa chavez

the entire history
of me is here—viper of memory,
stab of regret, red light of oblivion.

poem excerpt, henri cole                                               source image

Elmohr Iris. Iris tulips daffodils. 1945. Cooley’s Gardens. Silverton, Oregon. Catalog cover detail. Processed.

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the half-compassion and half-horror we feel for the creatures
            we want not to hurt       and prefer not to touch

poem excerpt, craig arnold                             image source

Fly agaric. Poisonous mushroom. Botany for high schools.1910.

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                                                                    I’ve scrubbed
a lover’s blood from the kitchen tile       such cleaning
takes so much time you expect there to be confetti at the end

poem excerpt, kaveh akbar                                image source

It is easily forgotten, year to
year, exactly where the plot is,
though the place is entirely familiar

poem excerpt, michael anania                        source image

we separate
at the lips. we have never kissed behind the school

poem excerpt/nate marshall                        source image

Morning, maybe it is evening, light
is flowing through the room. 

poem excerpt, robert hass                                   

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

poem excerpt, sylvia plath                               source image

Silver Lake, Los Angeles. December 24, 2020. 

Do not come anymore.
I am an animal
very rarely

poem excerpt, anna swir                                       source image

and I will make you see
what spring is all about

poem excerpt, marilyn singer                            source image

Ceramic Bunny. Silver Lake, Los Angeles. December 9, 2020.

                                                                      the dozen zucchini
lined up on the counter like placid troops with the onions, their
minions

poem excerpt, jessica greenbaum                          source image

this man who never showed

me much affection but gave me a knack

for solitude, which has been mostly useful

poem excerpt, henri cole                                  source image

I understood we were to have some experiences many times in our lives
if we were lucky, but we would live them each time differently

poem excerpt, jessica greenbaum                             image source

I want you to tell me anything
Again and again

poem excerpt, jericho brown                                        source image