Snacks, or: Spiders

An Italian sonnet With eight legs, I compose my lines faster Than you primates can manage with your hands! Known as goliath bird-eater to fans, You may call me Mighty Spider Master. Mice and lizards know me as disaster When down in burrow lined with my silk strands. Fool humans fear my large poisonous fangs...… Continue reading Snacks, or: Spiders

Sow, or: Now

A dribble (in badger's hexastitch form) large boar nipped sow's thick neck; moist loins stirred in response; thus their lifelong coupling, monogamous, would start The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction… Continue reading Sow, or: Now