Life’s complicated.
Bruised and beautiful. Perfect.
Smell’s like fall spirit.
leaves
Fall Leaf Funnel OR Smoothie Brains and Hearts, and Limping
Wholly, things are fine
I have legs and brains and food
I can run my life
But in the mass, mess
My heart and brains swirl on cones
That they lap with tongues
Forward, back, forward, back and
then again and on and on
Weekly Writing Challenge – Colors of Never Leaves
COLLABORATION by Amy Dunlap and Alex Burgoyne
Hot, not as red, just
above warm. In my belly
and my toes and nose.
A little bit uneven.
A little bit intriguing.
Hot, er than orange.
In my eyes and my head and
in my heart. Engulfs.
Glows.
Knows.
Wincing the night away.
I get knocked down, sun gets me
up again, again.
Her hair and my teeth.
My tack and her tea.
Fall is Here OR Winter is Almost Here OR Winter is Almost Still Here
Leaves are turning and
air is biting and grey sits.
Fall falls more like bricks.
