June 2021 – Alexis Veenendaal

Brushstrokes

Grab a brush,
let’s paint the sky.
We’ll start with stars
and things that fly!
Then we’ll make
the brightest sun,
we’ll use all shades
’til

Please don’t call
or I may just cry.
I will not answer
but may certainly die.

I once met a gnome
who lived in a jar
and he told me a tale
of his travels “afar”.

“Oh my!” Proclaimed I
as I spotted my foe:
a big hairy spider
with at least fifty toes.

Everything I know
and everyone I know
will eventually die.

The assassin crept through the shadows as though they were a part of him. Darkness draped around his shoulders like a comfortable coat. Foot

Why does the sun make me sneeze?
Why does spring air suffocate me?
Why do mosquitoes make me itchy?

“I’m sorry,” she said after she blinked awake in her new body, Casper’s figure becoming clear in her vision.
“He fretted over her, his bro

It was one of those uniquely hot, blue-skied days rarely seen in the northern Dutch province of Groningen. Normally, the sun was a screen of

“Sometimes I wonder which of us is more crazy,” she said through gritted teeth, the cold snowflakes making her cheeks feel thick and numb.