ADVENTURE WITH DOG Quarantine, day sixteen. Wait until evening. Safer, less people. Less leash. The sky softly settles as we stroll into the sunset, city over one shoulder, forest just ahead. The moment we step off the paved path is when I…
Your face is the northern shoreline with the ocean in your eyes, a gentle unstoppable rise. I rest my head upon your chest, feel the ebb and swell of your breath, run my hand through sandy stubble along your chin that scrapes…
*note: this is a shape poem best viewed landscape/horizontally. At dawn I glimpse her face, winking behind the trees in quiet defiance of morning, stealing kisses from the sun. His already sweaty gaze is eager to consume her, eyes wild with the…
when I was a young girl, I met a very, very old man with a beard of colors named Art. he held out his hand wrinkled, shaking, and just barely grasping a brush “hold on to this for me, my dear” and…
[ this silly story was written & illustrated for my nieces ] In a faraway land, in a faraway place, lives a strange sort of creature with a strange sort of face. He lives all alone but he’s not lonely, you see,…
Script so far: (narrated by my dog, Kody) On September 4, 1985 2:42a.m. and 53 seconds a yellow beast of the cat species, whose purrs are the same frequency as a diesel engine (26ps), mewed in the alley of Park Avenue, Minneapolis….
© 1985 Naomi Allee Poppler - Steal my work and you steal my soul.
