My House is on Fire A poem by Rae Spencer My House is on Fire I’ll invent a new astrologyAligning signs to be namedAs ladybird constellations, dottedAcross red and orange elytraDomed armor, hemisphere Wings that gleam in the grassAn ambling zodiac... Continue Reading →
Roads Every poet wants you to understand How their road is different Better or worse, more or less Painful and blessed Than the one most traveled The one they decided against All those years ago When choices were possible As... Continue Reading →
Metamorphosis Nine caterpillars on the milkweed Monarchs in the making Nine fairy-tale larvae gnawing Toxic leaves and stems One short of a double handful Gaudy fingers counting happiness Into September’s waning light In a yard grown wild With end-of-season neglect... Continue Reading →
Rinse and Repeat by Rae Spencer My best ideas start In the shower In a luxury of lather and steam Where caked remnants of effort And tangled snarls of haste Loosen, dissolve in a waft Of lavender, vanilla, and musk... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 