by Veronica | Jan 27, 2023 | Questionable Poetry
I sympathize, but I don’t have it in meto be more than this hissing, spitting creature, recoiling even as I crave to warm myself near you. It has been too many freezing rainy nights in the dark to remember what it’s like to rest in the halo of that fire. Which is not...
by Veronica | Jan 9, 2023 | Questionable Poetry
I told you once about the inevitable heat death of the universe, that there is nothing we can do to slow or stop the dissolution of all matter; it is coming. In the meantime, I find no concept that deepens my hunger so well for my share of joy and pleasure and awe. I...
by Veronica | Dec 18, 2022 | Questionable Poetry
*The title comes from a painting I saw several years ago by Walton Ford. I don’t think this poem is actually finished, or particularly good, but I wanted to mark the passing of our P-22 in some way. We are very clever. We can build our way into...
by Veronica | Dec 10, 2022 | Questionable Poetry
This story starts with a Knight of noble Heart and strong will, who wishes to save a Damsel in a Tower, fair and good and kind, And there is a Dragon, circling below— The obstacle the Knight must overcome to achieve his Happy Ending that’s not… This story starts with...
by Veronica | Jul 28, 2021 | Questionable Poetry
like you can pin down into one sentence this circling housefly feeling— Reach out and pinch it by the scruff (Do flies even have necks?) and make a taxonomic study of it. Ah yes, this is a Domestic Shorthair Crush, the kind that burns bright and hot and fades in a...
by Veronica | May 8, 2021 | Questionable Poetry
Look buddy, I’ve been burned and so I’d rather we would take it slow. I’ve tried, myself, to skip ahead, push through the hesitation, dread, and lingering ghosts of other times. (I mustn’t let you serve for crimes of other men who came before. I’ve work to do I can’t...
