Waxing, Waning by Enoch Thompson

Waves, curving, beautiful, ocean cloudy, yet when you imagine them they shine the clearest ideal blue. Salt on your tongue and in your eye reminds you there is no escape from grit, from the salty sand ashore, there can be only less or more. It’s enough to make you contemplate a seaweed’s fate or fish’s … Continue reading Waxing, Waning by Enoch Thompson

On how fragile life might be by Enoch Thompson

We hit something she said “a raccoon?” I said, “opossum.” I said, “turn around, let’s turn around.” and there it was lying in the street a silhouette of sharp snout and feet orange on grey on black, the colors fade. A cat, we hit a cat. So this is death, bulging, leaking red eyes protruding … Continue reading On how fragile life might be by Enoch Thompson

The Pressure of Procrastination by Enoch Thompson

My teeth sting in my face, the gums feel like they could bleed, but I don’t brush them, no, why do such a simple thing, it would be a waste of time.  Instead I loaf, waiting for the brilliance that’s rightfully mine, waiting for a smell of joy, a salty tear running down to my … Continue reading The Pressure of Procrastination by Enoch Thompson

Me at 18 by Enoch Thompson

At first the hard tile floor beneath the sink was relief from mounds of powder and frost feet and feet deep The silver pipes above my head felt like distant blankets, not soft, or even felt by me but as a sense of found security Whose thin crust shattered in the night when fathers, sons, … Continue reading Me at 18 by Enoch Thompson

Attention Deficit by Enoch Thompson

There is a tornado’s ghost of filth on the floor. A harrowing neglect slinks in through the pores of my legs. Pumping faster, I run off the bend and into the bush. While branches close in, I hunch, curling up, becoming the trees, the soils, a seed, until I never knew any one thing before. … Continue reading Attention Deficit by Enoch Thompson

The Whole of My Interest by Enoch Thompson

I always assumed death would devour me in his dense boney fingers, snuff out my life, like crushing flies on a window pane; and forevermore I would write of the blackest mold beneath my eyelids. However, books with spines spewing sunshine and colorful ribbons sheltered white sheets of paper inside me. Now, I press at … Continue reading The Whole of My Interest by Enoch Thompson

Invitation by Enoch Thompson

Excuse me, Winter, Won’t you please come to tea With the rustling wind And yellow, red, falling leaves? And when you leave, Go giving a present– A beautiful flower Or butterfly pendant. But please be swift. The tea will be cooling In the night wind. With Love, Sincerely, Autumn _______________________________________________________________________________ For Enoch’s bio and more … Continue reading Invitation by Enoch Thompson

Pine Scars by Enoch Thompson

A pine cone Bit through the seat of my jeans, And on that day I vowed never to climb pine trees. Never again would I feel The sap underneath The triumph of A climb’s ending. There would be just the memory… …that, and the falling… _________________________________________________________________________________________ Enoch Thompson is an aspiring poet and storyteller. He … Continue reading Pine Scars by Enoch Thompson

Affectionate thanks to our LONNOL Month contributors!

Heart-iest thanks to participants who contributed to our sometimes sweet, sometimes bittersweet, sometimes citric Love of Nature Nature of Love Month.  The list includes: Sue Halvorsen Merrijane Rice Ali Znaidi Scott Hales Enoch Thompson Lee Allred Theric Jepson Karen Kelsay Sarah Dunster Percival P. Pennywhistle Quite a spectrum to love this time around. Thank you … Continue reading Affectionate thanks to our LONNOL Month contributors!