Shower riffs and drips


Then cold




The twist of a circle

A lobster boiling in a shower stall.

Slow breath

From the shudder shock of

A sure stock



A’howl at a new moon.

Like everytime

But, anew.

Getting the feels

At every hint of the new news.

Tell your aunt you did what you said.



And slabbed before anyone else could grab.

Shake and look you in the face.

Where’d you get the notion that a sea is an ocean?

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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