Rae Lamicq

afraid of the sting, you distance, but i would show you sweet,no skep here, no bumbling & breaking for your gold- my kind don’t domesticate, I invite you to balance space & cell,for I know what flight flowers into & I respect a season, take your necessary suns to decide,Continue Reading

The keepers mourned & the people asked what happens when the buzz is gone…where the apples, how the melons, can pickles be replaced? Everyone concerned wanted a conversation & talk is the opposite of observation. Consider the patience of a man seeking to understand the messages of bees, comprehend stepsContinue Reading

Sisters,I would not unwild younor attempt to keep. Look at your wings! Say gossamer& have it be too thicka word for the whir of you! Some fool men define your liquor asdistillation of fallen rainbows, they say,constellations made dew you gather, but I know better- how females strive, orchard orContinue Reading