First published in "Where The Map Begins" (Black Moss Press, 2024).

Proof I read Moby-Dick.

Peachy blur welcome. Masked mouth—mind of its own. Filmy rustle of wings, late lira’s soul. There is only one gathering at the funeral...

Dreams Purged of Encores in Every Buttered Heart Morning symphony. Twilight’s golden pimples popped. I am laid atop feathers, stretching,...

My heart is travelling again, Walking down my ribs like stairs, Thumping along the floorboards, Promenading through an empty hall and...

The Sky falls to Earth; Ethereal blue Ceramic fragments pierce skin. The Moon shatters; the Man within Falling among collapsing clouds....

In Shakespeare’s poem entitled “Sonnet 116”, the definition of true love is argued in only 14 lines. Detailed in iambic pentameter, with...

I am sitting in my body— Soul tucked within pores, Nestled between curves and edges, My skin is but one drawer. My body is sitting on a...

Sun-Chasing For chasing Happiness, Is to chase the Sun, To lasso the Moon, To draw down a Star, To manipulate the Universe leaves a scar....

Superiority and Solitude in Milton’s Paradise Lost From existing in a paradise that imitated the divine to becoming only a shadow of that...

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And...

A poem with no structure (throughout and within) the many different threads- that lead to ineffable dimensions only one söul will match...

Made of Paper …made of paper people. It was all just paper. Paper birds. Paper hearts. Paper thoughts. Paper words. Fragile and empty....

The Garden by Andrew Marvell How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d...

There are three known directions A heart can take Upon a path of honey and glass Under a sky about to wake Together they collide If fate...

Illusion Serafina Piasentin Glass as thick as a tear, Trickling silently down my face. The extent of what I can hear, From the outside is...

Holy Sonnet 5 John Donne I am a little world made cunningly Of elements and an angelic sprite, But black sin hath betray'd to endless...

Where I’m From Inspired by Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon Serafina Piasentin I am from a library, From the spinal cords of dusty...

fade in Serafina Piasentin everything has a something something to start everything a moment of initiation a method of fading in the...

A House on a Hill Serafina Piasentin On a hill in the distance, Rolling waves crashing against horizons, The simple house grazed the...