Poems from Nanaimo


Phase One Sticky notes posted in dark the moth’s wings dusting the night  Phase Two The water always peaking somewhere,  afar, reaching for more liquidity.  Last Phase The moon, myself: out of  orbit, a silver fish drowning in some god’s mouth.

Verse de la Nuit Out of Orbit


Phase One

Sticky notes posted in dark the moth’s wings dusting the night

Phase Two

The water always peaking somewhere,

afar,

reaching for more liquidity.

Last Phase

The moon, myself: out of orbit,

a silver fish drowning in some god’s mouth.

©lidice megla. Nanaimo, 2018

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