Poets in Gossamer Beds   tarantula tantrum legs unhinged the web torn apart Home is no longer a resting place the flies quit knocking on the door   spun fun undone hearts crawling with sticky feet he's coming for us he'll thread the needle   and then sting us with  his venomous smile.     erin-cilberto 9/20/25

Winter will soon slip intospring, all dressed ingreen; bouquet nights andthe rebirth of love.Snakes gliding throughthe grass.But for now, we dealwith ice and snow,slick roads and coldhearts.I was on the bus theother day.The driver had aslippery scowl pastedon her...