By Mark Watney Behold! How gladly22 it is how goodly23 it iswhen two brothers build togetheran earth-dwelling24 a hobbit-hole It is like Mugwort the master-weed25which heals the head and flows…
Tag: poetry

Vespers in Summer
He startles and flies—
but for a moment, a pool of warmth,
a pool of stillnesss, for a moment

Caterpillar
I didn’t ask the caterpillar
with its antennae tangled
criss-cross in a cobweb
if it wanted to be healed,

Painted Movements
i live in the skin of starsun and gilt-edged love.
in light I lift up your sunstarry eyeless eyes.

The Memory of Ants
by Stephen Cecchini Wildflowers They sway …