My new poem, “The Language of Fireflies,” is out now in @thedeadlands.com! I wrote it after my son asked why we never see fireflies glowing in the winter.
Reposted from
The Deadlands
"The streets are lined with glass trees
We weave through their false light
for a taste of a real moon, fold
secrets into telescope wings
where utopia is reachable"
TODAY, beloveds!!
The Language of Fireflies by @angelaliu.bsky.social
psychopomp.com/deadlands/is...
We weave through their false light
for a taste of a real moon, fold
secrets into telescope wings
where utopia is reachable"
TODAY, beloveds!!
The Language of Fireflies by @angelaliu.bsky.social
psychopomp.com/deadlands/is...
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Just a ghostly 8-bit Angela floating in the deadlands.