Apple a Day
—Poetry by Kelly Moyer, N. Carolina
—Photos and Artwork by Kelly Moyer
trauma-bonded
our penchant for seaglass
and windfall apples
* * *
conjugal union
the itch
of a temporary tattoo
our penchant for seaglass
and windfall apples
* * *
conjugal union
the itch
of a temporary tattoo
Engagement Photo
l’appel du vide
i pull him
deeper within
* * *
morning after . . .
reattaching
the cherry stem
Abstract 2
market day a farm-fresh ovum
* * *
wizened oak
a tree upon which to hang
your memory
Rough Ridge
wishboning a late-life baby
* * *
cumulonimbus
the swell
of her inner-amanita
* * *
cumulonimbus
the swell
of her inner-amanita
Trash Cat
menopausal rage
thunder
in the mid-distance
Cattue
high as a tike the request for water
* * *
budding
a young girl suspects
breast cancer
Picking Grapes
were the grape a nose a tapioca pearl
* * *
twinkle twinkle radio tower
Abstract 3
charred landscape
the loft
of her singed wings
* * *
dumpster fire a handkerchief hemline
* * *
twilight slumber
a bird chirps
the patter of rain
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Today’s LittleNip:
wizened oak
i tip
my acorn hat
—Kelly Moyer
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New Kitchen Guest Kelly Moyer is an accomplished writer of traditional as well as experimental haiku. She has edited several anthologies and journals, including Paper Mountains with Tanya McDonald and Blossom Moon with Lee Gurga. Kelly can often be found wandering the mountains of North Carolina, where she resides with her husband, Robert, and two philosopher kittens, Simone and Jean-Paul. Welcome to the Kitchen, Kelly, and don’t be a stranger!
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—Medusa
Kelly Moyer
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