Amongst leaf litter and
New spring growth
Undulating muscular motion
Trailing shrouds of moisture
Sensational entwining stalks
Rising into a writhing dance
Loosing enthralling love darts
Inside swirling shells
Retraction for safety
Stretching and compressing
Reforming, packed inside itself
Waiting, venturing
Reorienting in the bright
Unforgiving world
Infinite rebirths
Glide and cling to every delicate surface
Climb the veil of heaven
Leaving precious trails on cloud nine
Riding the rapids of raindrops
Sloshing down the
Torrential garden stream
In a paradisaical domain
Leaving radiant mucosal reminders
On daily tours
Into this verdant
Blossoming kingdom
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Comments (3)
A beautiful, slow-motion journey through a secret world—soft, strange, and full of life.
🩷Lovely, K.B.
I love the rich imagery! I’ll never look at snails or love in quite the same way again. What a wild, poetic little world you’ve built! ✨