SAVVY can express itself by
QUIRK, by skill, or by some
OTHER means; the
RELAY race must be won.
Author: Steven Robertson
Hush Hush
CANON of principles from a
PRUDE forbid mentioning the
AMPLE features seen by the entire
DUCHY (the duke has no clothes).
All the Way Down
TRUSS of the world built from shells,
LLAMA fur shingles atop
MAGMA floor tiles.
STRAP yourselves in: it’s turtles all the way down.
Old-Time Music
SLING some old-time melodies,
MAYBE a couple of fiddles, a
BANJO, and a guitar; let’s feel like a
CHILD once again.
Organic
SPADE cuts ground like a scalpel through
MUCUS membranes and bone, cultivating the
TULIP rows in their multicolored tissue,
LIPID petals and protein stems, living beauty.
Weight of the World
CHORD and melody from the samisen make
SANER the chaotic hustle of life as a
NINJA: knowing fifteen ways to kill with one
PINKY is heavy knowledge to bear.
Silent Descent
TAPER in hand, descending to the
NAVEL of the catacombs, where none
HEARD the Amontillado casks moved or the
LABOR of masonry finishing.
Bill Collectors
TITHE, just a tithe, of the
MANGY, battered envelopes with demands to
REMIT payment forthwith spread like
SUMAC rash across sensitive skin.
Pests
MIDGE impacts and bites like
SONAR pings, leaving the skin a
WRACK and ruin, wishing for a
FURRY layer of protection.
Polyphemous
GAUNT shepherd dutifully counts his sheep, no
NINNY or sluggard is this mountain’s
TITAN, but lately he’s had
APNEA like No Man.