Fungi and Vultures
“Fungi and Vultures” by Autumn Moss The Earth is dead, long live decay as an extant form of life Pandemic and extinction had aerosolized Settling into the low atmosphere and into lively huffing lungs Thunder cracks of tree trunk snaps, heavy thunk of dropping deer carcass Both at the foot of a beat up pickup…
Ristra
“Ristra” by Autumn Moss Early spring punctuated by the violin screech Of insects beckons us to harvest Sweet lavender Sweet rosemary . Kitchen twine and iron black metal hooks Drilled into the rafters and I hang Bundles of herbs perfuming the kitchen Perfuming the bedrooms . Supple leaves bake in the skylight Rays of hot…
May 16th 2016
“May 16th 2016” by Autumn Moss Youth in a spring afternoon I make fast friends In high school we treat the people we just met as if we will be tied to them always and maybe we will By a red promise thread connecting our pinkies together like the tin cans we’d use for make-shift…
Place I Belong
“Place I Belong” by Autumn Moss I hold my home, a small turquoise blackbird’s egg, in my palms A tiny throbbing beak chips away at a hard-hearted exterior My cupped fingers pillowing plush tissue I find belonging where there’s a soft bed within which I can be taken by the hand and guided awake to…
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Autumn Moss Poetry and Prose 