BR Belletryst’s most recent poem here was untitled, published as part of Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone. Doesn’t this poem make you think of Georgia O’Keeffe?
Sap Run
By BR Belletryst
By BR Belletryst
Each day I dreamed of death in the belly of the mountain
saw the spirit of the mother cricket playing
her joyful song so many thought mournful, somber;
her long flowing notes, rich syrup in the desert sand,
ran deep beneath every dune to touch the petrified cactus roots
in which we all hide.
You’ve painted quite a picture here.
wow. very surreal.