Victoria C. Slotto, Author
Last night I dreamt of
feathers and shape-shifting.
Today a wren perches on a naked branch
outside my window.
the tree is in full bloom. 28 more words
3 days, 17 hours ago
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
These words are silly shadows.
When darkened ground forgets bright sky
And hints but it does not know why.
There’s something missing here. 28 more words
4 days, 18 hours ago
“Those humans think our brains are for the birds.”
“They think they’re talking but they just use words.”
“Those idiots drove poor, old Jeb insane.” 104 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
The acorn doesn’t worry much.
It wants to be a tree.
But if it feels a squirrel’s touch,
Then lucky squirrel. Its wish comes true… 31 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
I’ve always heard that pigs might fly
but never knew a cow so high
that it would float among the clouds
and smile on people passing by… 39 more words
3 weeks, 5 days ago
I’d rather be up here somewhere
Than in that river rushing on,
Dissolving tears without a care
And draining hope till it has gone.
With hope removed, sent off to sea, 29 more words
1 month ago
This ride’s worth a half hour wait.
Even longer, so don’t hesitate.
Thirty seconds of hell
Then a heavenly spell
Back in line, “Yes! The park’s open late!” 17 more words
1 month, 1 week ago